This weekend I discovered places in my home state of Illinois that I did not know existed. Places of exquisite beauty and natural serenity. Places that housed Healers and Travelers and Magicians. I found a secret garden and sat under a beautiful willow tree. I was so inspired, in fact, that I actually wrote some poetry.
Writer’s tools. 🙂
Here is a poem I wrote at the Blue Sky Vineyard.
The tree who inspired me.
Beneath Mother Willow’s Branches
Black and silver snake slithers mischievously past my feet and effortlessly evades my grasp.
Shy turtles peak their heads from their watery hiding spots, smiling up at the Sun.
Cheerful birds chatter overhead, arguing merrily amid the branches and leaves.
Bold ants tickle my ankles and calves pretending to be blades of grass.
Boastful frogs sing loudly waiting for a maiden to hear their song and bestow them with a kiss.
All around Life sings its song.
Here and Now, I am in harmony with the music.