As the laptop does it’s internal thing,
I’m surrounded by the hum of the fireplace, (old, noisy, yet efficient),
radio tunes and the ever succulent thrum of wind and rain.
Sounds soaking down,
through and within,
bringing green transformations,
future abundance and
ease to the farmer’s mind.
Three faithful furry companions curl up beside me.
My eye is caught by reflections of birds flitting,
enjoying the winter shower outside.
My mind wanders,
nothing unusual there.
I’m prone to distraction and
grey, wet skies make me pensive.
Natural cleansing and replenishing
as nature washes and refreshes her pores,
she extends her transformative energy out to us.
For me, it seems there is not much difference between wondering and wandering. It has always helped me find inspiration. Creative dabbling is good for the soul, I couldn't imagine life without it and often surprise myself by what I come up with.