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.
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…