Thursday, November 3, 2011

Honest Self Love

I, myself, am made up entirely of flaws stitched together with good intentions. ~Augustan Burroughs
I  had the best of intentions
 to compose my piece for today
and have it  posted before I traveled home.
I also had the best of intentions to  
send post cards,
buy trinkets,
and  accomplish lots of writing.
But Mother Nature beckoned me
each misty morning
to walk with her along deserted paths,
and the birds twilled in agreement
as if it were a conspiracy.
Even these delicate fairy bushes
twinkled against the sunrise
as if daring me to not notice their delicate beauty.
So I said, "tomorrow I will write.
Tomorrow it is supposed to rain."