Birds in flight, so amazing a sight. Creation alights with wisdom from above, only to take us to an unknown land at the end of our days to relish our memories and find our loved ones again. Good expressions in this write, Enjoyed.
There was a flock of words sitting in my neighbors tree this morning-- just flew down from Canada. They were singing to the new sun, but I didn't catch what they were singing... perhaps a broken poem learned along their migration course from parts unknown. I only know that if I could have, I'd have climbed the tree, and opened my mouth to the mother-- she could feed me long, wriggling words,and then I'd digest them and dream them whole tonight...
Mary Angela Nangini's poems celebrate the richness of life and love. From the city to cottage-country and the roads in between, Nangini explores the changing seasons of her varied region. (This book will soon be reprinted in hard cover.)
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PS I would never eat the ancient serpent at Mono Lake. I'd like him as a pet, though, to keep away salesmen!
Your words are a pure pleasure to read. Your writings never fail to inspire me. Peace, Love and Blessings Always, Paul.
very well done...
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(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.