Haiku my Heart - Twelve Days of Mary

icy clouds floating

puffed like winter's first white frost

do flying birds know?

I believe....that Mary looks out for all of natures creatures, not just humans.  And with the unexpected death of parent birds, she has the power to find another to take their place. It does sometimes happen in the bird world. 

The Gift ... acrylic

Poem:  Death of a Raven

among dark leaves

he crouches low - unsteady -

talons cling tightly

and black beady eye peers downward

his raven shadow on rock below

spreads in moonlight glare

umbrae rivulets quickly flow

and he wonders – just briefly

if that chip in the rock

reflects the jagged slice

a predator tore in his sleeping heart

liinked with

Twelve Days of Mary

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A very special Mary blessing

sent in spirit to 

Fran Pullara

who blessed my life

with her beautiful art

and thoughts.