My sister dubbed this pic a wordless poem...and it is!
But something still tugged to be written!
Some simply see a field
Winter-bronzed grass,
A tree
Some hear a poem
Rushing like
A wave-song symphony
Some sense a tender tug
As nature’s
Violin
Spills ancient stanzas
Lilt by lilt
Across earth’s weathered skin
Some see a silent stage
In one
Unfeeling glance
Some feel the tug
Of ink
And page
Inviting them to dance
© Janet Martin
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