winter trees

I will miss winter’s pale skies and bare boughed trees; naked limbs holding empty nests, residents long departed. There’s a sense of waiting, of biding time until the next cycle of creation begins.

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thelittleyellowbirdsings

Art therapist, doll maker, healing artist, nature spirit, writer, creatrix

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