birds – Linnea's Lines

On Nests

Once you were grown , Lord, you had no constant home. You passed up married coziness to tramp the long dirt roads between the towns on foot, depending on a company of followers, your friends, to meet your needs. You shared with your disciples and the greedy crowds, then stretched out on a mountain slopeContinue reading “On Nests”

Sustenance in the Cold Dry Wind

The delicate clusters of golden rain, their petals showering dry ground, wine for the wasps and giant bees, sustenance for ants, and for my soul – the sun rising through haze with joy, highlighting intricate branch formations soaking the blossoms and mango babes, life source for nature, and for this day – doves silhouetted againstContinue reading “Sustenance in the Cold Dry Wind”