Your Wings
Swallows are plentiful at my mother’s house on the hill. So far I have identified the violet-green swallow, the cliff swallow and the barn swallow. They are very, very difficult to focus in on as they swoop around. I’m hoping I will get better with time and practice.
I think of them as rescuing angel birds as they swoop in to save me from the biting mosquitoes. What beauty flows from their wings.
prayers for the oft traveled road 
That is a gorgeous picture. But I’m a little worried about the bars – what if I feel safer behind them?
We need to rid ourselves of the illusion of safety … but in a safe way.
BTW, I’m pretty sure it isn’t dangerous being either a great poet or a horrible one … pretty sure, anyway. 😛
Happy Mama’s Day to you and all your nesting birdies…