A precious visitor
She blew in on the South wind
Settling on a branch, twisted dry with time
Settling on a branch, twisted dry with time
She found a home where she could rest
Camouflaged against the wall outside number 34
Perched atop gnarled branches in terracotta
Watched over by a Sage in sun-kissed grey
She’ll stay until the next sea breeze, when
she’ll continue her journey
only to pause at some other door.
© 2013 Francesca Muir
How poetic! i love this!
You are so correct! Sometimes there is such whimsy to be found so close if you just take time to look for it.
Lovely feather, photos and story!
As usual, very beautiful xcat
Thank you Malyss – she has moved on now – and I wonder where she is! F xx
SO right – it's about seeing things as they really are. Have a lovely week. F x
Thank you Cat and thank you for your accolade – I am honoured. F xx
Thank you Eva – keep warm in Athens – love from Sydney F xx
lovely love lovely!!!
Ana thank you so much and welcome – I LOVE your blog and am now a big fan!
Quite enchanting – sorry I missed this when it first appeared. Love the whimsy.