Red Bird
February 3, 2025
Photo © copyright by Nathan Larson.
Red Bird
In this moment there is space,
Not altered with words.
It carries us with grace,
Like the song of a red bird.
In this moment there is slow,
An impression caught mid air,
To hang twist unfurl and grow,
With knowledge it is rare.
In this moment there is love,
Grounded in a sense of place.
It forms white clouds above,
And scribes sweet light to your face.
-nl
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