I pluck away at my feathers And scatter them to sandy riverbanks. Some find a home in stray branches While others fall only to drown. My hope is that you will see me Before both of my wings are gone. I’m giving up my open skies To walk the same Earth as you.   But … Continue reading Her shadows are shorter now, seemingly eaten up by the clouds. I know she’s still here on the ground, but the more I search, the more it feels like she doesn’t want to be found.