Dawn Meeting

Who are you, creature,

with your nose

covered in seed,

silent forager,

hungry stone?

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About wrensong

I am a poet who collects stones. I am a wanderer of creek beds and forests, canyons and high desert who, coming home, sometimes finds words to tell the story. I am a companion with others in the search for Deep, Wild Soul. I shape containers in time and space for others to come together to write, to tell their stories, to hold each other in the telling. I am a grandmother and the companion of a cat named Alaya. I often travel out into open country with a man who calls himself Dunewalker who has hung his hammock in my heart.
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4 Responses to Dawn Meeting

  1. wrensong says:

    And so it is! What an eye, Teri!

  2. tmhHoover says:

    Now you know I see that his nose is a little heart shape. Lovely stone…

  3. Libby says:

    Ah, so cute. Superb photo, love the words too.

  4. I look froward to your posts . . . they always show me something I’ve seen or make me appreciate something uniquely beautiful. This little guy is adorable! 🙂

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