standing in fog
with hole-punched heart
i cannot regret the garden
its many faces
mere moments in time
belonging to wildflowers
staccato rain falling
(noticed more often in summer)
rain knowing its place
in the universe
defining destination
i struggle silently
spilling first drafts
into puddles
land of a
thousand words
nearby
shall i be lenient?
benevolent?
forgiving?
true to my words and senses
of course I will
I shall call it acceptance
by Mary Ann blinkhorn
Written for Three Word Wednesday at: http://www.threewordwednesday.com/
This week’s words: fog, struggle, lenient
