“Over”
Eyes trace the tree line,
blink for a new horizon.
Climb, reach, gaze, again.
Steve D
Eyes trace the tree line,
blink for a new horizon.
Climb, reach, gaze, again.
Steve D
Serene horizon
disguising tides in tumult,
like shards of sapphire.
Steve D
Rose, magenta, peach –
all ripple and weave on the
early horizon.
Steve D
Looking at that picture, most people would hear the water chiming over stones and logs, or imagine the animals that may be hidden behind that line of trees. I look at this picture and imagine the mountain spring that flows down into this river, or the wide expanse of the forest. Continue reading “Creativity Sessions: Not Seeing the Trees for the Forest”