winter winds
old tree fluttering….no
they’re not leaves
Big old sycamore. On the bare branches, nothing but feathers now to bring color and warmth and life to the tree. (I took this picture thru the windshield of my car—zoom in for a closer look.)
Sometimes, I enjoy amusing myself imagining that I can lift off and fly up and away with the birds across the big sky. Now I might try sitting up in the tree with them, gazing down at all the traffic rushing by.😘 Hmm…