Contemplation, Nature, Poetry Moment August 4, 2014 fhaedra Leave a comment In the woods, now listening to bird calls squirrel flutterings butterfly wings. Lucky me. In fearless privilege the presence of such ordinary things. Share this:Tweet Share on Threads (Opens in new window) Threads Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Like this:Like Loading…