by Ethel Mortenson Davis
Because we walked to the edge of the water, a loon surprised us with two young clinging on her back— geometric black and white spots on top of a still, early morning mirror.
Mirror
Filed under Ethel Mortenson Davis, poems, Poetry
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Exquisite image… I love this, Ethel.
Thank you Betty. Tom and I send love to you and your husband. Ethel.
Thank you, Ethel – sending love back to you and Tom!
Love this!
Thank you. Tom and I send greetings. Love Ethel
Thank you, Ethel! I hope you and Tom are well!
just lovely
Thank you. Love to you. Ethel