A look out the window
and there’s a little blue tit
blues and yellows
sitting on a accepting branch
soft skies , soft sand
golden pastel sun
beautiful buttercups sitting with the bird
sky snd pieces of land that live by the sea
and lovely lights
colours softly sit
colours softly and quietly speak out
just comfortable
she sits on the accepting branch
flutters in a friendly way to another
sky , sand , sun , sea singing out on a tree
as the rain is falling and the sky feels tired
I see a brightness showing itself
even as the rain falls
a little bird decides to appear
Maybe not even realising
that I smiled at her presence on the tree today
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Yellow rose (Pseudonym) (
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Soft, tender at the same time vivid and in beautiful imagery it paints a picture of nature but also a metaphor. How often do we not notice that others are smiling at us? A most lovely and sensitive write that spoke to me. A fave
Thankyou very much )) yes , sometimes we don’t always realise if others are smiling or noticing us .
I love birds and nature ..
Sometimes just noticing a little thing can make that moment feel nicer .
You are so right and most welcome
Reading this, I’m reminded of those small, grace-filled pauses in my own days…the kind that make the heaviness lift for a heartbeat. You write that space beautifully. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thankyou 🙂 appreciate your kind thoughtful words
Beautiful words about a beautiful bird Yellow Rose.
Andy
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