From far out in the center
of the naked lake
A Lost Loon’s Loud Lament
Echoes the cry of someone.
My love, we did not arrive at this place
To remain whole.
We came to lose our leaves
Like trees.
Trees are broken in winter and start again
Drawing up from
The Great Root.
Like Trees
We live again.
Charissa's Grace Notes 
This is my absolute favorite of the morning. You know me…forever the nature girl. I have always loved the lonesome cry of the loon. Even without the audio, I could hear it within your words.
Gorgeous
I will call you and read it to you…I am actually considering recording it and posting the audio…but I am ashamed of my voice so there’s that…
I love your voice. xo