Feathered Blessings

by Martha L Shaw

Sweat drips from every pore

And sun blinds me.

So much work unfinished

As my heart pounds.

The mirror is my enemy

But the birds hidden among leaves

Sing “pretty, pretty.”

Weary and working to catch my breath,

I smile in their direction.

By Martha L Shaw © 8-6-2013

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