Kettles Call

Dug deep down in time,against a perfect skylayers of life are lacedamong my cattail reeds. It’s there the beamsof sun pool stagnant in time, truth and tales;as stretched years unfold. Chick-a-dees crowd,sandhill cranes gather,spring peepers cumulate,emerald dragonflies glide and above towering pine’s seeglimpse of grey tail feather;a sudden movement, swoops,opens wings, dives for dinner. Finally, theContinue reading “Kettles Call”