I could write about
my buoyant mood
or fluctuating state
of optimism. My
will and my wishes
could easily show a
plan or a goal, or
even inner vision.
Yesterday’s gentle
memories or today’s
unattributed sense
of satisfaction, are
considerable enough 
to allow the pencil 
some action. I could
think of those things,
and cherish them all,
but in simpler form
a flower says it all.

© 2016 j.g. lewis