2012 – Stone #8 – Sparrow Talk

The sparrows are loud with chatter from the bamboo thicket where sun light dapples off green leaves weaving gently in the chill winter wind.

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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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2 Responses to 2012 – Stone #8 – Sparrow Talk

  1. This is a brilliant description: sun light dapples off green leaves. 🙂 I can almost hear them rustling above my head.

  2. I love the patterns of movement and sound here

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