
The sky was a beautiful tangerine color this morning 🧡 my favorite color! 🧡

The sky was a beautiful tangerine color this morning 🧡 my favorite color! 🧡

The sky was dark and gloomy
Inside her heart~was sunshine~so
She paints sunshine
Everywhere she goes
MichelleMarie

“A wise old owl sat on an oak; The more he saw the less he spoke; The less he spoke the more he heard; Why aren’t we like that wise old bird? ~Unknown”
Let’s be owls…Hoot Hoot 🙂
I was messing around making some owl art and I found this quote I really liked a lot.

When it gets cold like it is the birds seem to be more active and lively. This little one was singing like crazy.

I really love this time of year the sky is so colorful and expressive.

There’s a kind of hush over my back yard this morning…no sunrise…no birds singing just this peaceful calm. Have a gentle day 🙏🏼

she closed her eyes and spoke in a thousand silent ways
silent ways
silent ways
silent ways
silent
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She draws moonlight butterflies
In the bokeh of her shine
Lightly as the fawn draws near
She hears the Chippewa call
A lullaby like whispers to her soul
Hush, she waits softly it flies…
moonlight butterfly

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