Some Inspiration from the Morning Walk

The Foxgloves

when I’m fretting at my desk

-a furrow knit between the worry of my brows-

the evergreen desert erupts with color and sound

somewhere deep within the forest heart

the foxgloves lift their freckled mouths in worship

my humanness and my human worries

unhindering of their song

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