Chirpy, by Britta Benson

A little nature poem. I like writing tiny thumbnails, miniature pieces, capturing a moment in time. Today, I’m particularly proud using a picture my son took as image to go along with my poem. We don’t often work hand in hand. He’s fifteen, so his usual subject matter goes more along the line of ZombieContinue reading “Chirpy, by Britta Benson”

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