Sunday, January 15, 2017
....Child of Mine
fog: Mother Earth's healing breath as
She whispers "good morning child of mine".
wet grass claiming my feet...
the feathered ones chittering...
morning prayers going up...
for this moment...
all is right...
this
Sunday
morn
Labels:
chittering,
fog,
mother earth,
nature,
prayers
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