A Tropical Nook

A Tropical Nook

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.

Tossed Waters.

Tossed Waters.

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