Willows and Wild Turkey’s
....and so as morning’s dawn comes singing, an awakening song deep within my soul of desire, my spirit was the first one to sit up in taking notice, of what was first heard in this early morning breeze….
—-” rise up and give a shout most glorious workers of wood,
is not the sound of branches swaying,
as culled from the vastness of forest storehouses understood,
while you lay listening to carillon’s playing ”....
....and so having heard the sound of earth’s beginning, i tossed my slumber from off my eyes, as once more from depths within the soul of man, i gave my-self the art of living life as on a living edge….
While out the other evening I took these two pictures of some willow wood, that are doing drying time as they awaken to the possibilities of all they can be!
....enjoy some wood today and then give thanks….
“Willows never forget how it feels to be young.
Do you remember where you came from?” —by William Stafford
....and then just in, and hot off the early morning rising, I just managed to take this one of a male wild turkey fluffing for his retinue of female debutantes….
....and life goes on with never a dull moment….
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/