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."