Red Leaves
As I sit here,
staring out my window, begging the muse to
pluck the strings
and make the words sing,
I wonder.
Could it be my silent heart
needs but a gentle breeze,
a moment of sunlight,
a rustle of promise
to release all
that waits within?
The eastern redbud tree outside my office window,
heart shaped leaves glistening in the afternoon sunlight, gentled by the breeze.
And because for the first time ever, I somehow managed to write a post that matched one of her weekly prompts, (write a poem about a photo) I'm also posting this at Mama Kat's Writer's Workshop:
