Crezco


Me doy cuenta de que crezcoCrezco como enredadera trepando los postesMe observo de arriba y crezco Crezco,Convirtiéndome en mujerDe la niña retengo la habilidad de soñarCon la mujer adquirí el dolor de la realidadLa Diosa me concede una sonrisaY piernas fuertes para bailar La barba del Viejo brillaPlateada bajo la luz de la lunaMe inunda de sus pensamientosAlimentando … Continue reading Crezco

First Flight


  The baby birds have flown! Recently I posted about a mother bird who had nested in my flower box. In my last post, the baby birds were already full feathered, but still had not flown. I had mentioned how the mother had been cooing at them from the floor and that I thought she was … Continue reading First Flight