In this season of grief, I find myself drawn to pictures like this, but there is more to this picture of an eagle on a glacier than just grief or loneliness. There is beauty too.
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Grief is like a single bird
perched upon a hill of ice,
whose solo note trills shining, clear,
and never drops upon the ground.
And when you think that single note
is just enough and will suffice,
it surges like a winging flock
and drowns you in a wave of sound.
EMP, 1/16/16
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