Beautiful writing, Kerri! And congratulations on your new book, I cant wait to read it! This year, we have a lot of dog-violets appearing, I love to see that bright pop of blue after all the white and yellow, as glorious as it has been. And the blackthorn blossom has been a white froth of joy this year. Wishing you every success, snd a happy birthday to the little one! 💕
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Beautiful writing, Kerri! And congratulations on your new book, I cant wait to read it! This year, we have a lot of dog-violets appearing, I love to see that bright pop of blue after all the white and yellow, as glorious as it has been. And the blackthorn blossom has been a white froth of joy this year. Wishing you every success, snd a happy birthday to the little one! 💕
Love!
Thank you. Tracey
Exquisite words, delicately woven. What a treat for reader and aspirant writer alike. Thank you. Barrie
Spurred by your week:
Forgotten Language by Shel Silverstein
Once I spoke the language of the flowers,
Once I understood each word the caterpillar said,
Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings,
And shared a conversation with the housefly
in my bed.
Once I heard and answered all the questions
of the crickets,
And joined the crying (sighing) of each falling dying (flying) flake of snow,
Once I spoke the language of the flowers. . . .
How did it go?
How did it go?
I love the idea that our conversations with little children open us up to honesty 🔷️
Fine writer and reader of Substack—we are starting a movement to get a poetry section added to the platform. Can I ask, are you with us?
https://substack.com/profile/10309929-david/note/c-15579327
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Thank you for your time and support.
Love and appreciation,
David