The morning is heavy. It waits
with stilled breath for shoving
or parting, for breaking out or
lying in.
A lone woodpecker hammers
diligently.
The morning is heavy. It waits
with stilled breath for shoving
or parting, for breaking out or
lying in.
A lone woodpecker hammers
diligently.
Brilliant close.
If I were the morning – I would lie in.
Anna :o]
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Me, too!
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smiles….we have a woodpecker living in the tree by our tree house…
i was listening to him…and he would poke his head out and stare at me…
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