crow song & solitude Linda M. Crate when i walked the woodland path, a majestic crow welcomed me into the trees before flying off diagonally, lost in the lips of the magical sun, dancing through the trees; a little honey bee sat on a rock, carefully sipping on water, taking extra care not to fall in — autumn spread her arms out in whispers of orange and gold, though green was still the color of choice for most of the […] Continue Reading
