It's Still Life

Where Do I Find Inspiration

… in the fragile and frayed,
in the light and cool,
in the whirl and gleaming
infinities of you.
In forest pines and rain
fresh as a child’s eyes,
in the tooth and the bone of
a North Sea breeze.
In young oak tree leaves,
in a summer sunset, in love
and in pain, and in waves
that foam around my feet.
In clear skies of icy blue,
and in my weariness always
made easier by you.

I am a molecule. An atom.
Dust and whitened ash.
I return to infinities,
back into your poem.

Poetic Bloomings “Finding Joy”