Day 12

January 12, 2022

Happy Birthday Zoe Tilton

The single honk of a goose

followed by a trill

He's not alone, yet

that honk calls loneliness.

Beyond, 2 black ducks

silent and gentle emerge

A trill and a voice

an unidentified voice

Rookery swells with quiet life

as autumn places its blanket down.

My day got filled today.  And it did not get filled with picture taking.  Actually, my camera is still locked in the car and I am too cold to go out and get it.  

So instead I will post EJ's latest work.  They haven't given me permission yet to post this, so I may have to take it down, but usually they say yes and this piece is so very good.  They are so very talented on top of being a very kind human being.

And this is proof that I need to clean off my desks and have a way to put stuff in a large cabinet.  The massage table has become my work surface this week.  My projects and paperwork are taking over.