I Listened All Afternoon

Little House Finch in his rosy jacket

perched high in the old blue spruce

warbling his song to the world.

photo by unknown photographer


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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One Response to I Listened All Afternoon

  1. tmhHoover says:

    I absolutely love when they sing all afternoon- I hope to catch up on what you have been up to later today. Sending special thoughts for you today- just because I always “know” your words. xo teri

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