on the last of the third...

under the sun

the shadow of

a wing 

before it flies

away

Wednesday's wish...

as long as there

are

birds

mixing it up

a sunny day

~one of the first this spring~

some of it spent

chipping away at ice

and snow

and surprised to find

that even after a long winter

you find yourself feeling

a little melancholy

as it all begins 

to melt

away 

airwaves

heard

but not seen

a bird

in 

the woods 

ting

a bell

is

ringing 

today

somewhere

today

fluffy snowflakes falling

in the sun

then 

melting

melting

melting

***

tonight 

turning clocks forward

***

heading

the 

other

way 

in dreams...

bluebirds

fill

the 

sky