For I want to be in the light with you
In those spaces between branches
Where the rocks glow soft with moss freshly sprung
While the children gather pinecones and sing.
In those spaces between branches
Lay your head on my lap
While the children gather pinecones and sing
I’ll comb your beard with fallen twigs; braid vines around your head.
Lay your head on my lap
Where the rocks glow soft with moss freshly sprung
I’ll comb your beard with fallen twigs, braid vines around your head
For I want to be in the light with you.
The Coddiwomplers Cauldron 
Beautiful. Love this one.
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Loving this loving~ the birds and you and your love!
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there was a sweet porch with two chairs and a table to enjoy the breeze out of the direct sun from; these birds were such a surprising sight with their plumed heads scuttling about on the ground! couldn’t believe my eyes when first saw the plumes 🙂
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