Birthday Aspiration Arising

I did not know that
I could be a bird till I
heard the fiddle sing.



We strings sing
the hum of days,
the bow’s soft caress
of silent things,
the murmur of
life’s mysterious

Happy Day ... a response and gift of poem and image

@dogtrax @tellio Mr. Dog, this is a sweet, sweet poem (and I mean how my son says and uses the word sweet, not as our grandmothers did) and the photo just takes it to a whole 'nother dimension. Thank you so much.

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