"I hope you will go out and let stories happen to you, and that you will work them, water them with your blood and tears and your laughter till they bloom, till you yourself burst into bloom. " ~Clarissa Pinkola Estes

Friday, September 27, 2013

small stone: mockingbird moment

With a fluff of feathers and a flick of beak,
the mockingbird settles into his afternoon bath.
Head at a cocky angle, he gazes at me,
wondering why I am so rude as to watch his ablutions.
He carries on despite my prying eyes, warm in his golden sunbeam,
then flits away on the cool autumn breeze.



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