Rain falls steady
As I serve the seeds
For birds and squirrels.
The grand Ash seems to lean
Into my gaze.
Her huge trunk and branches
Betray her age.
A cardinal cocks its head
As a squirrel scurries to the bowl
For the prize.
And the wind chimes sound as
The Tabby waits for the chase
On slick stone.
©Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.blog
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Nice!
Thank you, Sis! ♥️
Love this! So much presence to it. And the rare cardinal as well. xoxo
Thanks, Sis! ♥️
i felt a wonderful warmth reading this, especially your description of the Ash Barbara, that was very tender to me
Thank you, Gina! I love that tree. ♥️
you are welcome and I love trees a lot too!
I found some inspiring trees on line I may write about. Also, I have some earlier poems on trees. Trees are mystics. 🤗
oh they are, there’s this aura surrounding them
Magical, truly.
So wonderfully beautiful.
Thank you, Nico! Blessings!
🙂
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