Flame
We look at the sky: so soft is blue on blue on this Easter day, how beautiful your beloved face in the morning light…
A crow bomb-dives a sitting heron, ignoring her dignified look: the heron chooses flight.
Now we walk along the well troden path, patches of frost lingering in the early sunshine, you know that I am happy with the change of clock time…
As we cross the meadow we look at the horses, more crows flying by, my lens fixed on the oak tree.
You look at me and in your eyes the fire burns with the energy of this new Spring.
Of Glass & Paper 
Very nicely done.
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“A crow bomb-dives a sitting heron, ignoring her dignified look: the heron chooses flight.”, I like that, Sysiphus.
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I really need to stop by your blog more often. This is beautiful, Sysiphus. Thank you.
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over from the A-Z list. Great post.
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Gorgeous description. I love the energy you have created and the use of the prompt. xx
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I really like the way you’ve rendered an ordinary moment in an extraordinary way.
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