the woodpecker fashioned
tone and note holes
so the weather could sing
The Wind’s Flute
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
the woodpecker fashioned
tone and note holes
so the weather could sing
Yours is a far more useful bird than mine which insists on tapping his rhythms on our metal roof eaves.
🙂
So clever!
thanks Beverly
A work of art made my mother nature.
Indeed! She is prolific!!
I can hear that weather-song in my heart. Played on nature’s woodwind instrument.💕
Susan, your wonderfully worded comment brought a smile to me. 💕
👏🏼 💕
🙂