All the Little Birds

11 Below

All thin feathers and hollow bones

Hunger and Sun

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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 All the Little Birds

  1. this is so simple and sublimely elegant an the same time. i love, love it.

  2. The birds have filled our trees and covered the ground the past few days – just beautiful against the snow. So cold but the warm temps are heading our way! K

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