A night of sleep has stilled my yawns
Before soft light announces dawn
I often like to lay in bed
And let stray thoughts run through my head
Review my options for the day
Or think of garden beds to lay
Reflect on things I want to do
Ideas begin to boil and stew
And when excitement comes to stay
I pop from bed and start my day
Or, sometimes words begin to flow
While blankets still cover my toes
Turn on the light; grab paper and pen
Watch ink sprout a word garden
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Growing Hope and Breathing Life
Non-FictionHow should I handle passions that are very different? Is it possible to build a bridge between a gardening passion and a writing passion? How do I resolve my desire to write both prose and poetry? And how do I indulge a desire to paint and photog...
