The Heart of the Woods
Becomes an open spigot
Where winter grows
On a sapling whose branches
Hold a broached robin.
She's watching soft-silent waves churn
Along a field's edge
As cold winds approach
She thrusts into the numbing air
Like an uncoiling arrow-
The heart of the woods.
Blogoversary~
Though I haven't posted anything new I have been busy writing and working in my art journal. I've also been reading, baking with yeast, spending time with my family and keeping up with my doctor visits. I look forward to sharing more of my day with everyone who's taken the time to follow me over the years. Thank you for your dedication, commenting and stories these past 5 years. May you all be blessed~
Happy Blogoversary Naquillity! May this be the start of something fresh and new.
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