The rowan has besprinkled her berries
the robin is now elsewhere
morning
bare, exposed and open
tonic, nurture and growth
an anointed shield might soften over time
skin can be shed
glimpse
ever so special
whispers of freedom
let it go
breath
Jules P Richards 
2 replies on “The rowan…”
I agree ; after the passing storm came through my area, the only thing left to do is breathe:))
Recognising (or realising?) our breath can be utter joy.
(as you know 🙂 )
Hope all’s OK.