Many days have come and gone and the moon has grown from a whisker to a yellow orb and all the while She has been away with never a word or a whisper. In the garden the strawberries have changed from flowers white as snow to berries red as mouse blood. And we wait and watch and walk without Her.
2 comments:
What a lovely post. Ginger kitty looks so dismal here. This is so poetic. I have these berries all over the place and I have never eaten them (saving them for the wildlife). But I'm thinking I may this year.
Welcorm bag! We meessed you!
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