“The possible’s slow fuse is lit by the Imagination.”
― Emily Dickinson
To look at the world with eyes of a child,
marveling at velvet wings of butterflies
as they float from flower to flower
Slurping sweet nectar
To while away long summer hours
searching for possibilities in wispy clouds
With ne’er a worry or care
dVerse Poets Pub: Quadrille Monday
The Reluctant Poet 