wordsculptures
Words and pictures reflecting life and faith.
Thursday, June 11, 2015
The strident song
The strident song of evening
strikes the white-walled bastions
of Wythall’s timbers.
Day yawns toward twilight
as night-shift wildlife
begins to wake.
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