24 March 2015

THIS MORNING


This morning I walked to the river under a big sky
The white cotton clouds over my head
The large waking up fields extending under my feet
The quince trees along the way in soft pink bloom
The elder trees delicately embroidered 
I laid down under the willow trees and listen to the wind blowing
The sound taking me to the distant sea
The birds whispering words of contentment
While I stayed silent wrapped in my thoughts
Water moving nearby ...