Finding Wings—-Sunday, December 8, 2018

While I was out collecting the firewood for the evening, I decided to take a walk first

Since the evening was coming on fast; long shadows stretching across the farm road

I knew if I were going to find things of interest I needed to be about it

The wind was rather sharp, but not strong or cutting, just brisk with a chill to it.

The sky was beautiful

Making my walk even more special

The colors swirling around me

On the way back to the farmyard, the woodpile and the warmth of the house…I saw a glittering little heart-shaped rock.

Giving joy to my soul and wings to the essence of myself!

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

19 thoughts on “Finding Wings—-Sunday, December 8, 2018

  1. When I was a little girl, my mother would say that pink clouds this time of year were because the angels were baking Christmas cookies. And the beautiful Sand Hill cranes! And the perfect heart at the end of day. You lived a charmed life, for sure.

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