En Plein Air by Kristina WoodhillExpectant mother
Wide eyed and focused
Patient as a canvas
Impasto applied like twigs
Build me your nest
Sturdy and wedged
Fruit within easy reach
Ripening in tandom
With small, oval blue promises
Songs unsung
High notes
Poised 06/14/2016 Posted on 06/14/2016 Copyright © 2024 Kristina Woodhill
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Posted by George Hoerner on 06/14/16 at 10:30 PM Very nice write lady! This one of those things I can only think of as I have only been on the expectant father's side of the equation. |
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