Skipping the found poems that I'm not vibing with, but some more cool found poetry from the NaNoWriMo project. A big day tomorrow of travel and doctor appointments and hopefully more writing and wordsmithing. Last visit with the first rheumatologist who LISTENS to what I'm dealing with on the lupus and Sjogren's front. She is moving away, and I will have a very hard time finding a doctor who can fill her shoes. I travel 90 miles to see her, and hope that her entire team is as good as she is.
views from the bluff
fairy rings hard to see
I believe in fairies
elemental magic world
the language of wind
not words you understand, but feel
laughing, the wind says
"come out to play"
woodland floor is a carpet of leaves
teases me until the moon lights
the way home