"In the Forests"

Last night I went to an art group where we shared art we created with “book” as our theme. 

I’d planned on making just a tiny blank book the night before, but I found a few painted papers, some bits that I had cut out from a bird and blooms magazine, and some old book pages. I shouldn’t be surprised that a little found poem book happened.

( it might be my favorite of all the found poems, but I always say that. I just love the serendipitous magical process of making them!)

In the forests

I learned the language of the birds 

and all that have wings

I rested 

calm  

dear sky above I’m grateful 

I remember my hope for tomorrow 

Peace 

my prayer is simple 

It was a blessed relief to spread my wings and to soar

Swift wing beats in the sunshine

My path took me over the ghost in the trees

I did not tremble

Do you believe anything is possible?

It was a wonderful evening of friendship and good food. Lovely books shared. So grateful.