She Talks to Birds There under our skin beats galaxies waiting, To be flown into with bird like precision and joy, We will flock together Birds of a feather And sing heaven knows better. She gifts us the Winter to yearn for the Spring We first go under then bring
Love your description of fall, spiraling, dashing, under over, around and through
Find myself looking forward to fall during these hot months!!!
Dearest Saint James,
You Are Filled With Too Much Wisdom.
May God Bless You & Yours.
May He, Be There For You,
If Ever In Need.
Amen.
I Believe In Prayer.
I'm old-fashioned.
Thank You Brandon is not your Bro!!!
I found this out earlier this week