Photo Story: Winter Birds

Every winter, thinner ice on the lake, rotting and fragile. Soon the birds will go farther north, chasing the last crystal cold. Today, you and I watch as they come in, and you—who were born of my body, tearing at us both—you say I have more words and hours for my camera than you. But I will be gone before you, along with the lake ice, so I freeze ghosts of birds in silver. On the plate, there is no earth or sky, no aching past or shadowed future. I give you my birds this way: perfect, free.


Kris Faatz’s first novel, To Love A Stranger, was released May 2017 by Blue Moon Publishers (Toronto). She admires Terry Pratchett and spoils cats shamelessly.

5 Responses to “Photo Story: Winter Birds”

  1. Eileen McIntyre says:

    Lovely! So heart rending and beautiful at the same time.

  2. Janice says:

    Wonderful story. The Heartfelt words are apparent.

  3. Jenna MacIntire says:

    Vivid and poignant; thank you for creating and contributing!

  4. Christine Betts says:

    beautiful words

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