She blew in on the South wind
Settling on a branch, twisted dry with time
Settling on a branch, twisted dry with time
She found a home where she could rest
Camouflaged against the wall outside number 34
Perched atop gnarled branches in terracotta
Watched over by a Sage in sun-kissed grey
She'll stay until the next sea breeze, when
she'll continue her journey
only to pause at some other door.
© 2013 Francesca Muir
How poetic! i love this!
ReplyDeleteThank you Malyss - she has moved on now - and I wonder where she is! F xx
DeleteYou are so correct! Sometimes there is such whimsy to be found so close if you just take time to look for it.
ReplyDeleteSO right - it's about seeing things as they really are. Have a lovely week. F x
DeleteAs usual, very beautiful xcat
ReplyDeleteThank you Cat and thank you for your accolade - I am honoured. F xx
DeleteLovely feather, photos and story!
ReplyDeleteThank you Eva - keep warm in Athens - love from Sydney F xx
Deletelovely love lovely!!!
ReplyDeleteAna thank you so much and welcome - I LOVE your blog and am now a big fan!
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