where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry
September 11, 2016 § 15 Comments
in the echo
of his cry
every tear is dried
Tagged: bird, bird calls, cry, echo, expression, healing, lake, loon, release, sparkle, tears
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Your images and words always resonate so wonderfully.
A lovely post for this difficult anniversary.
Very fine, C.
I’ve never heard one in person, but can only image how hauntingly beautiful it is 🙂
So true of this bird–a loon, correct? Miss their calls.
Cynthia – thank you so much for all your thoughtful and encouraging words. Sustenance.
You are right – loon
You are deserving of such attention and I enjoy sharing my response to your intriguing posts. 🙂
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