The sun eased his way over the tree tops just as I stepped out the door to load up the cart with firewood.
I turned my face towards his warmth and there were the hens. All at the same time, they shook their bodies fluffing their feathers, which filled with sunlight like an aura.
For a moment they glowed.
Maria,
Your picture and words speak to me like nature is awaking before me. Poetry in it’s finest form. Thank you for the inspiration!
Thank you Pam. That is very encouraging to hear. :)