At the guest cottage
I sit on the deck in the sun
trying to recover from my life's
Surprisingly, behind the cottage,
there are woods.
Birds dip and chirp,
The landscape could have been barren,
reflecting the condition of my soul.
Though a flat, sandy vista has
its own desolate and lonely beauty.
But instead--this paradise of
leaves and twisted branches
where I can walk my dry heart into moisture,
where I can float into mist-filled green,
and dance with the fairies.
Not sure I like the dance with the faries part but at least I wrote something.
PS I even got asked out on a date!! But am not going. Like G. very much as a painter and eccentric soul, but do not want any romantic stuff in my life right now and although I am not attracted in that way I think he might be. Still, fun to be asked.