Invasive grape vines tangle the top of the hemlock. I have my loppers out, ready to help. But, there's a nest. The cheeps are too young too delicate too precious... Surely, the tree understands why I wait.
TLD reader Margaret Simon has challenged us to write a mindful poem about the present moment. Click HERE
for more details and to add your poem to the padlet. While some poems
will be shared as daily ditties this month, all contributions will be
included in a wrap-up celebration on Friday, May 29th.