Morning walk treasures

I don’t have to look far
For inspiration
It lies by my ked-clad feet
At other time
It circles
From the sky
Petals, Feathers, seeds
Bidding adieu
To their tree….
Finding refuge
In my sketchbook and me…

There is

There is
In the core
A certain strength
That keeps
All the flowering petals
In beautiful harmony

I leave a page

I leave a page
For months
And I get back
Look at it
With new eyes
And it gives me hope…
Few things are
Ever completely lost
There is potential
As long
As there is

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