What do birds whisper in our dreams:
Of light that beckons a song when the rain stops;
Or wind shears they race to beat the storm;
Of waterways and woods traveled before the first snow;
Or of the lost baby that fell from the new nest.
Do they see beyond the pale and know the living and the dead.
Do they wonder what I whisper to them in their dreams.
—F.A. Moore, June 9, 2010
Digital Mod-Abstract by F.A. Moore, June 9, 2010
3749 × 2500 px @300ppi
PS/E1.0 and 6.0, Mac
Re-published, March 27, 2015
Thanks to Maxy for her generosity in providing the photograph of the nuthatch, and 2 captures from her Droid phone of the New Hampshire woods in and around the the White Mountains. This piece is dedicated to Maxy and her love for the forest and all of its little creatures.
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