Where is my place?
When the summer turns to Fall
I start looking for it.
A place to sit quietly
a place to relax
and let my mind wander
I need a place where words and ideas drift out of me and onto the page
I’m looking for a place that has comfort, warmth, and light
Where my ideas can sit beside me waiting for the moment for me to give them shape.
This is a place where there is no room for worry
no room for lists or bills to pay
it’s a place where ideas tumble.
In the summer this place is everywhere but always outside.
Sun, light breeze, birds chirping, squirrels scurrying, plants growing. I need all that.
How can I bring the outside in with me in the fall
when the air cools and the day short,
where is my inside place?
I need to find it soon
my heart, my soul, and my creativity are on a desperate search.