In my garden — magpie tales 17

willow's photo prompt
for magpie tales 17

When memory elopes on feathered wings, there is no such thing as an empty nest ...

Tonight

my daughters sing

soft cinquains in the wind,

while watered gardens whisper prayers

to stone.

To see what other participants have written in response to this week's prompt, click on the photo caption. This cinquain was gently inspired by willow's moving "lamb chop" poem, featured in my "Caught our eye" sidebar.