A Winged Bird – House of Heart

I am who I have always been a shiver of soft reeds beside the river or the cascade of  a waterfall. Gypsy crows rise  to a soft dawn sky gathering their kind they circle back for me. I can scarcely bear the splendor of the world, its wonder humbles the wisp  that is me. MinutiaeContinue reading “A Winged Bird – House of Heart”