My heart stops
and becomes cloud soft blue
enveloping frost-laden branches
On the west side of our woods I want to build a bench.
So that I may sit and contemplate my favorite view from the ranch, the next door pasture. There’s just something about the copses of trees that make my heart sing when I see them.
I took this photo today and the poem appeared out of cloud soft air.
I continued to enjoy the feeling of ‘enveloping the frost-laden branches’ while I made this art journal page a few hours later.
Do you have views, at work or school or home, that capture your heart? Tell me!
May your day be divine!