I sit by the window with a cup of coffee
watching my thoughts meander.
In gay abandon, they drift like the wispy dandelions,
scattering fragments across the cascading beams of the morning rays,
across the wooded trail,
ruffling the russet autumn leaves into a gaily prance,
kissing the honeyed petals bright,
splashing around in the cool gurgling brook.
Infused with the scents of nature,
I collect my thoughts with tender love.
The white paper waits in anticipation
for the words from my quill
to paint a poetic portrait of verses.
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