Another Writer's Corner



  Pen and pad in hand

Leaves upon my shins

No one knows I'm here

Leaves above say let's begin
 

I imagine a garden out there

Suffocated by blooms

The grass breathes in the fragrance

As butterflies play their tunes  


Trees planted when I imagined friends

Now tall, offering shade a leafy green

Fairies dancing by the pond

And withered daisy chains unseen
 


The bees drink from aged bulbs

Now prisms of wondrous hue

And the footprints of those passed

Come clearly into view  


I'm in a chair of another

But inspired by where it's at

And as I stretch my legs out

I'll just lean back and smile

Words now written, I'll just soak it up a while.

 

© Steve Ellis (IntotheBlue) 2012

Thanks to Joy T Chance for loving words so much she created for them a place of their own.