Small Signs
- Terri Seddon
- May 6
- 1 min read
A meditation on life
Something told the wild geese it was time to go. I hear it in the premonition of rain, a threat of thunder, sunshine no longer crisping us like salty chips.
Somehow nerves see past the smile on my mother’s face. I listen to her words and know, ‘I have to go’, means the weather is changing for us both.
Somewhere in my heart I sense something about death. And I celebrate the seasons that make wild geese fly, nerve endings tingle and our lives fill with love.
Terri Seddon
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