Hit some tailwinds from the storms as the northern winds pressed down on us after a prolonged mildness in the atmosphere. It was lovely while it lasted. Heard some birdsongs along the way, ‘twas bittersweet as we know they are … Continue reading
It must have been the words we exchanged that I perked up in the quiet migration of the soft light. Even the birds of paradise seemed to be singing a different tune.
Most feathered friends have taken off in flocks heading south by now. I read this poem and thought of them…wish I were in their feathers right about now, weary, tender and happy to be soaring with friends sans regrets to … Continue reading
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