At the corner of my mind
I see a scrub jay
Nipping at cat food
In a red plastic bowl
Bright blue bird
Shining iridescent
At the corner of my mind,
I hear an old farm truck
Whining around curves
On the National Forest Road
Red rusty rig
Clamoring incessant
At the corner of my mind
I smell orange blossoms
Floating amid tree leaves
In the early morning air
Pale perfect petals
Emanating fragrance
At the corner of my mind
I taste fresh honey
Flowing on beeswax
At a thriving hive
Busy buzzing bees
Sweetening the world
Published by lenleatherwood
I am a native Texan who has lived for the past 30 years in Southern California. I am a published author of both short memoir and fiction, a two-time Pushcart nominee, a nationally award-winning writing coach, an editor, as well as a Licensed Professional Counselor in the state of Texas. In addition, I am the mother of three grown daughters of whom I am extremely proud, a grandmother of four darling children and the wife of a man I still love after 44 years.
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