I sit here in my plastic armchair so out of place in these rustic woods
and things are as they should be:
sun filtered through high trees warms forest floor;
nuthatches and finches feed atop post;
solitary hummer drinks deep of honeysuckle nectar on nearby bush;
warm breezes brush wisp of hair across my forehead.
Things are as they should be – almost.
K K McClelland
January 10, 2007
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