Grey, dark skies
Loom over my consciousness
Fecund blooms await to open
In my soul
Like tight rose buds in June.
Bursting inside to become
Something outside
Resembling the technicolor
Dreams lingering just
Beneath the surface.
This low humming buzz
Ever present, an energy
That yearns for expression
Something holding at bay
This endless desire to Create.
Could it be,
That I am worthy
Of adding to this Universal
Tapestry of Truth?
Mary Kirkpatrick -2018
