sunday whirl: wordle 227
photo: white owl, autobon society
with winter wings
naked clarity stalks
searing silent echoes
lurking anamnesis whistles
a red river flies
flowing fast and free
wary world floating
a want walks away
towards the open plains
inside the wind blows
small writings….. staring out an open winter window, an image stood clearly of one room full of adventure as if taking a leisure stroll through one’s life in a snapshot.