the old swing set

I was in my study on the phone wishing my father a happy day when I glanced out the window to see what my father thought, from my description, was a hawk on the roof of the old swing set, and I called to my son, home from college, who came in and took this photo.

“The day grew light, then dark again–
In all its rich hours, what happened?”
Jane Hirshfield, “Apple”

2 thoughts on “the old swing set

    • Terresa, your comment made me realize I’m fascinated by birds too. I know I wrote about them in my first novel. And they play a big part in what I’m writing now. Interesting.


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