Hello, Winter Pilgrims!
These are the last few days of fall. Soon, winter will be upon us. In my corner of the Earth, winter may bring snow, or it may just bring weeks of frigid rain. Last week, I heard the call of a western screech owl, which is less of a screech and more of a trill. Tonight, I spotted the owl in the woods staring back at me.
I hope this change of season brings you wonders, and if you are in. the southern hemisphere, I hope you enjoy your summer!
hoot of the screech owl, an adolescent crescent sweeps across the sky
Be the weird you want to see in the world!
Cheers,
Jason
Smiling as I read this. Sending it flying to my grandchildren.
Hello Jason! Wonderful poem and art!