Chickadee shadows
flit across the white wall by
grey branches shatteredA small motor whir
hopping from small twig to twig
chickadee calling.The cold doesn’t stop
the call of the chickadees
nor my listening.
Mary Beth Frezon, January 15, 2012
Chickadee shadows
flit across the white wall by
grey branches shatteredA small motor whir
hopping from small twig to twig
chickadee calling.The cold doesn’t stop
the call of the chickadees
nor my listening.
Mary Beth Frezon, January 15, 2012
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Sometimes only a change of viewpoint is needed to convert a tiresome duty into an interesting opportunity.
My you have a way with this.