This looks like a December day, it looks like we've come to the end of the way.

 My girl Mary:


Through bare trees
I can see all the rickety lean-tos
and sheds, and the outhouse
with the half-moon on the door,
once modestly covered in
summer's greenery.

Through bare trees
I can watch the hawk
perched on a distant branch,
black silhouetted wings
shaking feathers and snow,
and so can its prey.

Through bare trees
I can be winter's innocence,
unashamed needfulness,
the thin and reaching limbs
of a beggar, longing to touch
but the hem of the sun."
-  Lisa Lindsey, Bare Trees

No pics today.... Low clouds, no light....
 So I return to the memories- here some pics  taken exactly 1 year ago- Dec, 6th, 2020...:


































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