Posted on 28 November 2018
by J.S. Graustein
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A bird stands in heaven. Spring. Cold, still. Taking the day one sky at a time. How deep the beats of wings, how smooth the gusts that raise them. Beauty. Spring cold. The sky one day at a time. Beauty still. We humans belong…
Category: poem, WrittenWordWednesdayTags: advocacy, advocating, birds, destruction, earth, ecolinguistics, folded word, home, megan wildhood, nature, poem, Poetry, sky, WrittenWordWednesday
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