There are of course, many inclinations, I wanted to tackle first.
This idea alone?
A dissidents creative curse.
there is the task of dusting a night’s sleep away from the day’s dreaming…eyes.
Unannounced, I had fits of apprehension…when lingering over paw printed indentation in the turf.
Bleached fresh, angelic distractions, communing with the earth.
I hold fast to a nearby neglected tree.
Scattered notions have set me free…
And, with little motivation, I am lost in the marvel over morning’s birth.
Traveling lightly nature’s daylight announces… little girth.