Intense, your presence, fierceness of talons, bulk of feathered might – humble my soul’s rejoicing, grateful to share this brief encounter. (For Granny Shot It’s

Intense, your presence, fierceness of talons, bulk of feathered might – humble my soul’s rejoicing, grateful to share this brief encounter. (For Granny Shot It’s
A succession of tweets draws me to riverbed where tiny legs scurry across exposed rocks. Foraging amongst soggy offerings, the Spotted Sandpiper exudes confidence. It
Vultures come sharpen talons and beaks tear at necrotic flesh pick this carcass clean I need a committee to rid me of parasitic past trauma’s
The river holds so many surprises least of which is the sudden appearance at water’s edge of a tall white egret – a countenance I
I am in awe of the eagles who have made our neighbourhood home. To see them up close is such a blessing. For Granny Shot
Must have been the heat – lazy August sun reaching through Willow sway – or maybe the laughter bubbling up from brook – had me
let your brush EXPRESS
Sharing My Journey of Faith
Poems, Pure Reflections
-daya bhat-
Fairy Tales, Micropoems, and Images by Peter Ellis
Focusing on the beauty. Zooming in on love.
Slow, raw and chaotic. A personal account.
books, writing, farm, travel, family, coffee, outdoors
"Surely there is a future, and your hope will not be cut off." Prov. 23:18
Throwing my soul into the cosmos.
Never placed, but who’s counting?
Verse from an adverse mind.
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