A wren
carries worms
in her beak
to her hatchlings
tucked into the nest
in the high rise
parking deck.
Happy Sunday morning. It looks like it is going to be a wonderful day--bright and sunny and with time for a little writing. At the workshop yesterday I wrote two fiction pieces that I immediately started turning the material into poems. Oh, the problems of being a poet and seeing everything as much better as a poem.
I hope you have a great day. Happy writing.
Joy,
ReplyDeleteWrite long, write short, write fiction, write non. Just write.
Keep it coming!
Dear Joy,
ReplyDeleteEnjoy being yourself. We love seeing your poems and anything else you write.
Never Give Up
Joan Y. Edwards