Walking towards the chicken coop
smell of dirt, mud, dampness, melting snow.
Singing birds flitting
tree top to tree top.
A robin stands on the top branch of a shrub.
Soft white light reflecting off gray barked trees,
green mossy rocks,
the brown, tans of hibernating grass.
Warm sun rays reaching through my sweater,
I walk into the shed.
Opening the door to the nests
I see three eggs waiting.
Nice word-imagery, but you're obviously not writing about today unless the weather across town is very different!
ReplyDeleteThanks Valerianna. You are very perceptive ;-). It was written today but from a mental image and experience in my mind from 2 days ago. I wrote it in the dark when I was up at 4:30am this morning. Luckily I made it back to bed an hour later for a few more hours of shut eye.
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