Sunday, March 7, 2021

Bird On A Bare Branch

 We are in that annual time of transition, waiting for Spring. The trees are bare, but the tiniest of leaf buds have appeared. A bird rides a branch, caught in the midst of a swirling gust of wind. He chirps and stays upright, like a seasoned sailor on the waves. The branches sway, forming ever-changing sets of diagonal lines. What a glorious sky! What lovely lacy patterns the smallest branches make! It's good to be alive on such a beautiful day, full of promise.