June 28, 2013

Walk into the willows where the shade is watery and deep. Lie down and watch the leaves twist and shimmer. Kick off your shoes and run the grass between your toes. Stay still and the birds will come to you.  Maybe they will be chickadees or robins, nuthatch or magpies. It makes no difference. They all will tell you stories, tales of dropping their feathers and swimming naked in the river, flying through moonlight before an icy moon.  They will make you laugh and never want summer to end.


Artwork by Shannon Troxler



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