end of the day
hurrying home….but wait a minute
look at that sun!
I couldn’t say no.
2110. reunion
dappled sunlight
the woods, the creek, the rocks
and the good earth
I returned to the woods again to walk. I hadn’t been there in quite a while. Meandering along the rolling path, pausing here and there to take in the smells and sounds. I breathed in the warm, moist earthy atmosphere. It was like being home again.
2109. crows
on top of the tree
like monks in black robes
a murder of crows
For a long while, I stood there watching and listening to their classic ko-caw…ko-awing sounds in rhythm like a gathering of monks in black robes chanting in meditation. A flock of crows at the top of the tree, their morning voices clear and strong rising and falling in perfect time with the lifting and fluttering of their wings like leaves rustling in the morning breeze. Mesmerizing.
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