Looking for a little inspiration? Take a look at author Becca Anderson’s latest blog post.
The sky is soft as a grandmother’s quilt,
fleecy as sheep—
sheep as you imagine them to
be, not as they are. The leaves and grass are soft, too.
They seem to heal you with their green fingers,
their heady perfumes rising. The wind will open
its arms, the field will catch you in its lap,
they will rock you, rock you like a baby
as you dreamed it in your deepest longing,
not as it happens when you wish for it
but as it’s told in an old, old story,
a story you were born
knowing and later forgot.