'so long as we...

have hands to clasp'...

thanks Suess

lilting

and that moment when

the soft golden light 

of a late November afternoon sky

lifts your spirts

as you wind 

down

the 

day

flickers

low light shadows

of the leaves that remain

defiantly 

clinging

on 

and on

and

on

on the eve of the 10th...

in these shorter days/longer nights

the doves need to know

there is no time

for

snoozing

~

get busy

winged

ones

 

another trip...

 around the sun...

send them in...

doves

doves

doves

troves of

doves

out into the ether

butterflies outside

butterflies inside

words out into the valley

eyes

ears

and butterflies

afternoon

dappled sun

windy leaves

bird chirps

and zooming

bugs

feathers on the last of the fifth

chick chick chick

chick a dee

chick a 

dee dee dee

dee 

dee

~

soaring

Francis

at one with

the

birds 

turdus migratorius

accustomed to hearing their songs

just before dawn

but today

an awesome chorus

serenading us

this late

afternoon

~

cheerio

cheerio

cheep cheep

~

sing sing 

sing on 

wee red

ones 

see one/save one

spring gardening

is even more labour

intensive

when trying to escort

each and every

lady bug

out of

harm's 

way 

wisps

catkins

glistening

in 

the 

sun

airborne

and suddenly

for some strange 

reason

a day of 

many

crows

the dogs...

just

keep

barking...

moments ago...

a museum of waxwings

breathtaking 

it would appear...

that the doves

have 

landed

...

hope

returns

💜 

a vision for the new year

all eyes upward

as birds of peace fly

and fill

the

sky