Seed cradles swing in the wind,
waiting for their turn
at flight and happenstance.
Like the leaf,
like the bird,
like my heart.
………………..Carol
notesfromthelovewars
hooking up on the ethers
Seed cradles swing in the wind,
waiting for their turn
at flight and happenstance.
Like the leaf,
like the bird,
like my heart.
………………..Carol
notesfromthelovewars 