The air is still as feathers and the yellow sun nowhere to be seen. From the top of the old ash tree, a crow shouts. . . his voice resounding like a claxon, sending sound waves shimmering through the static air.
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4 comments:
This is beautiful Susannah! I love the sound and light waves your words evoke.
Thanks Cynthia. :-) It is good to see you. x
I feel a sadness here in the feathery air and the call of the crow.
Hi Barb, yes I suppose it does have that feel doesn't it. Never mind, today the sun is shining! :-)
Good to see you.x
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