nothing could be more beautiful than the trees and their new leaves beginning except for when they are in full summer green and then turn their autumn colors and then are their wise winter selves waiting for spring again
evergreen branches fill part of the sky without the ash tree
words that are tears may be harder to write and this is just fine
sometimes I read a poem years later and remember my emotions
do I revise the poem? improve the craft?
sometimes yes and the change may be small
but only if I do not lose the voice of the person I was then
who wrote the poem
Thou tellest my wanderings: put thou my tears into thy bottle: are they not in the book?
Psalm 56: 8 (KJV)
This is such a beautiful verse from the Psalms, and I wanted to quote again. I have wandered too – needed to start over, begin again. I can only imagine living where you grew up, or a career of decades. Or being a mother and grandmother. There are many beautiful ways to live. I know I am dependent upon the skills and gifts of others. Good to both give and receive. Say thank you as often as I can.
I am so grateful for the life I have been given. Illnesses and health conditions I have known, still know, are now my teachers and friends. A quiet life keeps me well, and blogs are the perfect way for me to create. I have more fluency again. Yet when I first learned, and other times, I might spend a few hours on a post that takes a few moments to read or view. Or let posts rest for a time. So far, my creativity always renews. Patience is a part of the process.
When I can live in a way that offers silence and space for poems, the poems arrive in time. I try to manage my time, so the poems feel welcome. Daily dedication, and content with small steps.