A fragment of thought
fluttered into the light,
lit on my finger,
rested long enough
to pen this little muse.
Fluttering away into
the cool night air,
I could only wish it well.
“Words are but pictures of our thoughts”
~ John Dryden, poet
(1631 ~ 1700)
like yesterday’s promises
a light skiff of snow
lay gently on fallen leaves.
“Yesterday I dared to struggle. Today I dare to win.”
~ Bernadette Devlin, politician
To take out pencil and notebook, I must put my head down to the page.
To grasp the songs of the birds,
to witness children at play,
to marvel at the calm elegance of pelicans ~ I must.
I could stand still
breathe in those scenes ~
and I do.
Marvelling at the vast nature
that surrounds me lending
beauty to my day
~ even if just for a moment.
When I want to capture in words
each lovely scene,
create story around them,
I must put my head down
while my pencil scribes in my notebook.
“..take out lovely pencil and notebook to find a few touching, kissing words.”
~ Mary Oliver, Poem: A Morning Walk
Author’s note: inspired by Mary Oliver’s poem: Poem: A Morning Walk
