so in an effort to bring back my lost creative spark, i'm again writing a little poetry here and there. this was from my walk with the dog this morning at 5:30. Not sure why I was up an hour before the alarm but it was dark and foggy and somewhat inspirational.
A fine mist encumbers the fog
Encompassing the winnowy dew
Silence of nature's cacophony
Subduing and swirling through
The wind never asks a question
As it knows it's always the answer
And with those services rendered
Moves on and up, a limitless dancer
There lies our simple encouragement
Set forth in a morning's lesson
To change on our own terms
Only there lies true perfection
i am trying to write a song about acceptance. the irony that it's difficult to write is not entirely lost on me.
