Knowing she was sad, eleven crows

2018-11-08T14:00:45+00:00Categories: home, Musings, Poetry, Spirituality|Tags: , , |

Knowing she was sad, eleven crows arrived with gifts:  delicate feathers chips of quartz and granite, short lengths of red and yellow yarn, crumpled bits of paper all colorful, some shiny with beef tallow others [...]