I'm not ready to write,
not quite yet.
I want to marinate
in this delicious
summer morning
as golden,
honey warm
rays
pour over me
and set my skin ablaze.
I'm not ready to write,
not quite yet.
The words are there...
but I would like to let them
bask for a bit
among the orchestra
of breezes gently caressing
the whispering green leaves,
as communities of colored birds
commune and converse
with the awakening world.
I'm not ready to write,
not quite yet.
I'm far to busy
allowing my curiosity
to play among the smells
of cut grass
after a night's worth
of heavy rains,
the subtle notes of lilac
and honeysuckle-
as sweet as newborn skin,
and the fragrant pines that clear
my brain and feed my writer's
palate.
I close my eyes and breathe,
inhaling the entire world
within one, deep, glorious breathe...
then slowly-
so slowly,
I exhale, sending my molecules
to dance among the playful
summer winds.
Who knows how far
those pieces of me will travel?
I only know
at this very moment in time
I am now,
finally,
ready to write.
not quite yet.
I want to marinate
in this delicious
summer morning
as golden,
honey warm
rays
pour over me
and set my skin ablaze.
I'm not ready to write,
not quite yet.
The words are there...
but I would like to let them
bask for a bit
among the orchestra
of breezes gently caressing
the whispering green leaves,
as communities of colored birds
commune and converse
with the awakening world.
I'm not ready to write,
not quite yet.
I'm far to busy
allowing my curiosity
to play among the smells
of cut grass
after a night's worth
of heavy rains,
the subtle notes of lilac
and honeysuckle-
as sweet as newborn skin,
and the fragrant pines that clear
my brain and feed my writer's
palate.
I close my eyes and breathe,
inhaling the entire world
within one, deep, glorious breathe...
then slowly-
so slowly,
I exhale, sending my molecules
to dance among the playful
summer winds.
Who knows how far
those pieces of me will travel?
I only know
at this very moment in time
I am now,
finally,
ready to write.