Wordless Wednesday & Morning Sentence

the winter wrens chirping in the trees
the stellar jays squawking at some injustice
the barred owl hooting in the woods
relocating geese honking unseen across the valley
the incomparable perfume of evergreen after rain

these linger in memory
all that remains is the photograph
of the rising sun slanting through the mist
waking the meadow from its slumber


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