Inspiration Poem by Carolyn Brunelle
Inspiration
The morning ripe with promise
a fruited tree waiting to be harvested
flourishes in the garden of mind.
What life springs from its branches
or depths of dreams rooted there?
What lies dormant, in a fog,
waiting for the light of awareness?
In these serene moments of dawn
let me explore the garden
in search of fruitful inspiration,
I am thirsty for sweet nectar.
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