Birds

My Bird came to me in a dream and told me her name.
For a time my mother believed that my Grandfather’s spirit lived inside of a goose at a local golf course.
A one-legged seagull called Pete lives on our cabin porch.
And today, I saw a hungover crow swaying and cawing looking for a friend.

Love is all around us, and so it grows…

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s