__ This, my minor rewrite of a comment left long ago at -Drops of Ink- July of 2016:  'tis a wonder,  that which can be found within the crusts.  _m

the brain
becomes each story's oven
this pie

__ As we strolled  through the graveyard,  a rabbit kit watched our steps... quietly.

on this stone
our names not yet etched
the kits eyes   

__ In their motionless poses, the Great Blue Herons become eye and mind magnets. This was a comment I left at the 'Lisa R' blog.  

great blue
in this silent pose
a sketch

__  Each season, has its own poet.

times circle
where its words meet
the lilacs