Did some shopping with Mom for Sunday and then home to work on getting the serger up and running. Then some news and some painting and some words. TGIF everyone!
soft the wind whispered
shaking out trees, fluffing fields
whistling at the doorall day the wind blew
stealing a wing feather from
a hovering hawktrees turned a shoulder
to the wind passing through
just early april
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