18 Wednesday Feb 2015
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becoming, breath, conscious consciousness, death, destiny, dreams, faith, fearless, grace, life, love, old maps, passion, reason, spirit, truth, understanding, wisdom
Wednesday
without willing push
repentance I have heard
is weighed upon
the soul
but not for long
some other
time
a burden felt
for passing in between
the time before
I knew
you’d never stay
. . .
Author’s Note: The image is from my office window. I
call it my Robin tree.
Starry-eyed Writer, Cautious Philosopher, Hopeful Romantic
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Life’s passing moments. I love your Robin tree….Xxx ❤
O, I do too! I just wish the picture were better. The two trees just outside my window each had some 60 robins in them, all fat as butterballs…………. I suspect they were waiting in line for the holly berry tree that stands in the corner. The birds were literally pushing each other off the limbs for a chance at the berries! There is another picture that I took the same day. I’ll send to you. ❤
Robin’s are so friendly….I have never seen that many all in one go! Xx ❤ Xxx