A Spring Poem
Today I attempted, on my lunch break, to draw a tree in a garden near my office.
But an hour is much too short a time in which to capture a beautiful willow in all it's springtime glory and to eat a turkey sandwich as well.
So, for today, I will have to be content with having stared, with purpose, at something truely beautiful.
And this unexpected poem, with which I have been somehow rewarded just for the effort.