Cool and crisp, a September breeze blows over summer bronzed legs as I watch the cardinals come and go. They time their swoops to the crickets' song, stealing the feeder's best seed before escaping to the closest tree, hiding their fiery feathers among green leaves as they sing their birdsong out over the water. I close my eyes and breathe it in, rustling leaves the cricket song a bird's cry the world's cascading symphony as a cardinal perches, nibbling his fill. I recognize my mom in his graceful flight and see her freedom in powerful wings. Carole's birdsong rises to the heavens, as the music around me soars and swells to nature's time. - ljh 9/10/17
Wow. That’s a nice one, Laura. Well done.
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Thanks, van. 💛
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beautiful……
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Thank you.
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