Wordless

Wordless I sit

not a thought in my head

as the birds sing their song

and the morning sun climbs high

Wordless I sit

as thoughts awaken

flowers stretching their heads

bees beginning to hum

Wordless I sit

as my fingers move

to write this poem

for you

Work By Karen Sue Smith 4/7/17

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