This is beautiful, vivid, and quietly spellbinding, Ash. I could feel the shift when the wind arrived, that invisible threshold between stillness and scattering. The waxwings trembling the tree, then vanishing as if they were never there, such a powerful image. And that final line, “the smattering of red stains,” lingers long after reading. A stunning meditation on fleeting wonder. Thank you for sharing this. Thank you, Kassi!
This is such a beautiful reflection, Saira! Love how you described it as quietly spellbinding. It felt like that - a weaving of mystery and wonder. So glad to hear that the last line lingered with you too!
My pleasure! Always a joy to read and reflect in this space, Kassi. Thank you for continuing to share such beautiful, sacred work with all of us. it’s a gift to read and be part of this space. 🕊✨️❤️
The awe in this is palpable. Wow.
Lovely. Wonderfully captures that moment of startled flight and how magical birds are ✨
Thank you, Ishah! I love witnessing the moment a flock lifts off together in the blink of an eye!
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Beautiful. I love “Precise as lightning”.
Thank you, Kristi! 💛
I just love everyday poetry. ♡ It's like an illustrative photo in the Daily Prophet.
Me too, Sam - our days are filled with poetry when we pay deep attention to the world.
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Something’s are meant just for you to see .. when those moments happen they make me thankful for those moments
So true, Shane - the seeing is the gift, there's always some form of wisdom in witnessing what's meant for us.
Ooooo..... the simplest gifts of life are the best, Ash, are they not?
So many people would just not even have noticed....
Best Wishes - Dave :)
They truly are and once I began noticing these gifts, they started to be appear everywhere 💛
🙏🏻it’s so true!
Oh the joy of waxwings harvesting berries; I have a poem about the mountain ash and its berries I’ve been working on. Yours is gorgeous 💚💚💚
I love the sound of the waxwings trilling in the trees. Would love to read your poem too, Holly! 💛
Can’t wait to read 🙏🏻
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This is beautiful, vivid, and quietly spellbinding, Ash. I could feel the shift when the wind arrived, that invisible threshold between stillness and scattering. The waxwings trembling the tree, then vanishing as if they were never there, such a powerful image. And that final line, “the smattering of red stains,” lingers long after reading. A stunning meditation on fleeting wonder. Thank you for sharing this. Thank you, Kassi!
This is such a beautiful reflection, Saira! Love how you described it as quietly spellbinding. It felt like that - a weaving of mystery and wonder. So glad to hear that the last line lingered with you too!
Thank you for reading 📖🕊️🙏🏻
My pleasure! Always a joy to read and reflect in this space, Kassi. Thank you for continuing to share such beautiful, sacred work with all of us. it’s a gift to read and be part of this space. 🕊✨️❤️
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