This morning it hits me: how silent the woods have become now with most of the migrants done singing their fierce but temporary attachments.
The Morning Porch
The view from my front porch every morning, in 140 or fewer characters
This morning it hits me: how silent the woods have become now with most of the migrants done singing their fierce but temporary attachments.
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“Silence” is my poem response to this Morning Porch prompt, and reposted in:
http://ambitsgambit.blogspot.com/2011/07/silence.html