Walking Sticks
Sleek and sinuous.
My hand wraps round your body.
Let's go for a walk.
Fern
Aged tendrils curl in.
Skin thickens in the cold air.
Fern sleeps in winter.
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One woman's slow, deliberate journey to take moments each day to observe what is right there under her nose.
1 comment:
hi Angela .. great blog...
HAPPY HOLIDAYS..
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