Rain, sleet, ice and snow
Will drive me inside
Three days of confinement
'Til chaos subsides
Predict bitter cold
Will follow long storm
Hope lights will stay on
And I can keep warm
And on this first day
With rain falling down
I pick up my pen
To stop worry's frown
I'll busy my mind
Chasing words that rhyme
To paint word pictures
Past visions sublime
Or dream of gardens
With seeds set in dirt
Of little green sprouts
That soon will convert
Into leafy stems
Topped with oval buds
Which then pop open
Release color floods
See bees, butterflies
And other insects
Pollinate flowers
For new seed projects
Watch hummingbirds flit
Within my eyes' mind
Flash green, blue and red
Fast flight paths entwined
Tasting sweet berries
And fresh salad greens
Ink captures mind's thoughts
To share garden scenes
I'll write through this storm
Keep mind occupied
And see what ink sprouts
As memories glide
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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...
