one small stone in a riverbed of stones; day7
More like May ~ Michael Douglas Jones
This warm January morning, more like May; a mockingbird, with mate, in the winterberry tree, plucks a berry ripe red, and flies to the top of the redbud. Turning back, he wonders; in this struggling economy, will there be enough berries to last until the June bugs return. Turkey vulture, high above, knows there is always plenty.
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i know i shouldn't laugh, but this is brilliant. :)
ReplyDeletethis is wonderful, it was like May here today as well. i wish i had seen/heard a mockingbird.
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