Slice of Life Story- Raking Leaves, Rehearsing Words
This morning as I raked and removed another carpet of discarded leaves thrashed, bashed and scattered by last night’s torrent of rain, a poem began to form in my head. The writing mind seldom rests...
It further reminded me that so many of our writing ideas come calling when we are not actually engaged in writing.
So there I was raking and rehearsing...
And gathering clouds
Raindrop on footpaths
Spits and dollops
Forming puddles and pools
A season of heavy coats
Scarves and gloves
Sniffles and sneezes
Alan j Wright