Last night I posted an apology. For a week or so, I’ve been absent. My developing screenplay has been dominating my thoughts and times. With it, I need to please more minds than just mine. It’s a challenge, but those other minds have been patient and supportive. Soon, I hope the story I’m crafting will leap onto the big screen. Sooner, still, I’ll write something here. Then, I’m back at it.
The tea is well spiced,
the biscuits are crisp,
and the air, I see,
has been quietly festooned
with such wonderful thoughts:
feathers and acorns and dandelions.
I’m sure, if we listen,
the trees will share some stories,
something about forgotten heroes,
something that needs remembering.
Really, there’s no need to speak
if we drift in this space between words,
where fairytales thrive,
and the tea is well spiced,
and the biscuits are sweet
and there are stories worth living.