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Feathered Dance

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Fair feathered angel of swans

lands softly as a snowflake

Dot of living breathing snow

that trumpets our morning awake

Despite the gray wool blanket of sky

and the frosty mire of ground

your dance is glorious none-the-less

as white angels gather round.

Wendy/2012

This is as close as I could get without disturbing the swans.  I almost froze to death as I crouched and crawled across the frosty ground.  It was worth it… as they are truly magical!  Creation trumpets the Artist’s fame!

Trumpet Call Blessings ~ Wendy