Warm and fuzzy.
I could fly.
I enjoyed the poem Shawn L. Bird posted yesterday and decided to try the prompts she shared, (I am…, I have…, 3-ing words, I feel…, I wish…). The above piece is what emerged. Thank-you Shawn 🙂
faces golden solar rays
bird seed dives earthward
I see a tree
It won’t leave my mind
What stories are hidden in its branches?
What seeds of creativity are waiting to fall
upon the world in a shower of imagination and playfulness?
If I open the door
will I descend into Alice’s world?
Will the white rabbit and mad hatter await me?
Arrows and names point in all directions
infinite possibility awaits the believer
The tree in inviting
its whimsical appearance
sparks the mind to embark
on a journey of chance
There are no right or wrong ways
the path is not straight or narrow
Looking upon the tree
one’s eye is directed upward
Engage in the enchantment