Poetry and Other Words by Julie Gengo
I am a bit daft. I just figured out how to add comments here. I've been poking my nose in every now and then and never left a foot print. Here is my postcard view...a renga:red tailed hawk huntedthat which sought the seeds, from thefront maple feeder - at the same morning hourI chose to refill the tubewe each caught sight ofa different predator - with grace the bird flewJP/davh
Thanks Jules for sharing!
This is an interesting vignette. I'd like to visit a place where a man paints in the corner. The poem makes me wonder what he's painting.
I couldn't figure it out or why he was there, but it seemed like he belonged.