This began as morning pages in the afternoon and then politely asked to be a little poem.
I think of my little writing studio
over in the clearing through the trees.
I can’t wait to finish it
and set up shop for the summer.
I’ll carry over my heavy box of journals,
the lost manuscripts, my favorite books . . .
bring a few plants, my pretties, a bit of fabric.
I’ll clean the windows,
buy a bright cushion for my bench,
build a low, long table.
I’ll paint one wall with blackboard paint
and buy colored chalk to scribble with.
Then I’ll form the fine habit
of carrying a cup of coffee, a little jug of water
across the field to write my morning pages.
I’ll join the birds and trees to see what sort of
something might emerge from nothing.
It will be a charmed circle.
Surrounded by the endless
notebooks that hold the bits and pieces
of my long and wonderful life.
Surrounded by my words and the words of others
tucked between the pages of so many books.
Surrounded by my unfinished stories.
I’ll make long flat surfaces
to trail the arch of each story
through eons of time.
And I will set aside a scattered, wintery energy
and replace it with deep stillness,
an uncanny engagement of the soul,
a dance of the spirit.
All in an 8×12 shed that,
at the moment,
is buried in winter drifts.
If only the snow would melt,
a patch of grass revealed, a path uncovered.
If only I could find my way there.
I could begin right here and now
with morning pages in the afternoon.
Having some fun with my spring fever. What are you waiting for–when the snow melts, when the sun shines, when the path is clear? Let me know what you are waiting for and what you could do this minute to initiate it? As always, subscribe in the box below if you would like to get my weekly post and please do share it with others.
I am waiting for that sweet smell of spring…that wet, earthy smell that is so hard to describe…the smell of the earth thawing and warming up after a long winter of cold and darkness. There is nothing like it.
Hi Leanne,
That was so wonderful. I love it that you actually write your experiences back to me. Hope you had a lovely Easter!