My studio today:  a shabby grey wooden picnic table

beneath a canopy of trees

beside a rambling creek

I hear the quiet buzzing of wings                and see shadows dancing around me

Warm and dappled sunlight melts the misty dew from the clover 

And warms my back

Sweet freshly cut grass and honeysuckle scent the air

Birds trill and sing       some with hushed voices      some cry out loud

I sit at the edge of the woods

this gentle place belongs to me         this moment        this morning

I trust the touch of healing

            the breeze of inspiration

            the balm of gratitude