Friday, May 4, 2018

Bird on a Branch

Our plum tree died this year. The one in our backyard that used to grace us with its jubilant pink blossoms and rich red leaves is now a bare-branched skeleton of its former self.

And yet I notice that a bird comes often to perch on its branches. And it sings.

A living bird on a dead tree. There’s a deep metaphor in there somewhere.

You figure it out.

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