in autumn
in the burgeoning light
of a new day
the songbird
eats honeysuckle fruit
getting stronger
reclaiming
gifts she once left behind
to share freely
in the rain
she is cleansed and renewed
returning home
Saw this on Facebook awhile back. Such a great idea. I’m going to print some out and post them around town. Good for the soul, this. Blessings. xoxo
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