Like clouds of breath rising
from a steaming tub
or the formless spines of cumulus;
Untethered thoughts wander,
free of their mooring
in the harbor of the heart.
Vexation arises –
too much elemental air.
We need earth to grow:
tunnels of wriggling
worms ingesting loam,
casting off their compost skins –
giving rise to a soulful forest of green.


Beautiful!:) -Jennifer
Thanks so much, Jennifer!
That was an inspiration. Just lovely.
Thanks, dear Ronnie!
wonderful blog you have here..love browsing..thanks for sharing dear….
Thanks so much for visiting!