06-26-2017, 02:00 AM
Hi ellajam
I like your pic and poem. Without the pic it's interesting how forsythia could make and be a forever clever metaphor. I always think of forsythia as yellow, forgetting stages. The poem brought to me a fond memory, a craft I helped a preschool class make with tiny bits of crumpled yellow crepe paper. It was quite a beautifully clever craft. Almost as clever as your poem! Love that shot of the falcon. I wonder how your songbirds fare with that nest around? Sadly, the falcons here are fond of robins and sparrows who often hide in our wheelwells.
I like your pic and poem. Without the pic it's interesting how forsythia could make and be a forever clever metaphor. I always think of forsythia as yellow, forgetting stages. The poem brought to me a fond memory, a craft I helped a preschool class make with tiny bits of crumpled yellow crepe paper. It was quite a beautifully clever craft. Almost as clever as your poem! Love that shot of the falcon. I wonder how your songbirds fare with that nest around? Sadly, the falcons here are fond of robins and sparrows who often hide in our wheelwells.
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