in her dreaM she wore a coat of fir & wHen she blinked, butterfLies appeared like fReckles peeling off her face. wHat joy, she thought…aNd what poEtry...
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btw david found this little bird nest in a baby fir tree in our back yard saturday morning and i had to take a picture (or three). & yes, all the trees in our back yard are baby size...hopefully with lots of rain and love they will grow up to be "reading poetry under the tree" or "having a picnic in the shade" trees one day & have lots of birds nests...i added the paper butterfly when i took the picture, because i'm such a silly romantic girl & i loved the green inside green effect.
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(C) Poetry, photographs & edit, MJ Calitz, 2009
