Words and Pictures- Gwen McClellan
Monday, November 30, 2015
11.30.15 The frisson of all things
T
he
sky was dark at dawn, as his ride came to bring him away; as the horizon bloomed pink, salmon.
A few young Sparrows awakened in the cold frosted li
ght, curious.
As I stood , taking in the frisson, grateful for all things.
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