Tuesday, 8 March 2011

leaves (24)

I wish this black feather were lost by a hurry, happy singing bird, but I find, a few steps further, another feather, then another, then more and more

I don't think
anyone's going to miss me-
last snow

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Anonymous said...

Sad, but a fact of life and death.

dana-maria said...

Thank you for your visit, Libby