Crisp morning 26 Wednesday Aug 2015 Posted by feralpoet in abundance, beauty, nature, poems, poetry, wonder ≈ Comments Off on Crisp morning Crisp morning, Scrub jay tapping acorn into the ground, Autumn, you flirt. Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading...
Salt, Smoke, Water and Stone 