Daily Note
Every day, a photograph, a poem. Last year the nest blew down– or someone knocked it down. It rested just above our heads. That branch has been hacked off so the new nest is a bit higher, but not much. But isn’t it wonderful how quickly the little birds put together a new nest in their old spot?
Little Robin
Little robin and
Sheri Edwards
her nest; spring arrives in chirps
calling angleworms.
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Poetry/Photography [See-Frame-Focus]
I wonder, if I draw a line... 