wooden frames spread wide
footprints like butterfly wings
glide across white drifts
snowflakes softly fall
red fox treads with silent steps
amber eyes gleaming
© Grace Notes 2024
Hi, I’m Grace. A non-participant observer who finds the less I talk the more I see. The more I observe, stories stick to me like magnets. I just need to write them down. Two feet on the floor, one foot in front of the other. Thanks for reading. Grace🎶
I take leaps of faith to find that writing about real life and the stories we live, has a ripple effect in the world around us.
