The muse hides behind fear;
resistance requires concrete thinking, yet
bird seed scattered and dive bombing bees,
Mother Nature's disarray.
Message in the wind,
floating leaves and bird caws.
You are safe here.
Imprint courageous acts.
The birds call out.

© Christine Salkin Davis, 2018


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