Who hoo's there?

Well, its a hoot to have you visit! My quill scribblings are merely a sprinkling of crafty dreams, a dash of vintage finds, and a heap of owl's tales... , Owly Byrd

Spring Poem

In the open
clear and spacious
wild and free, 
I breathe.

The air, wind and sun,
afloat with dandelion seeds 
Scents of apple blossoms
amuse the sights.

Be light and free
before the day takes flight.

- Nia, spring 2009