IT’S SEED GATHERING TIME

Like the farmers who have gathered this summer’s seeds

I too am culling.

Kernels of an idea

for a new novel

pop incessantly

from the heat of my excitement.

As they crowd out the air of doubt from my wily ego-mind,

I am drawn to the seat of creation.

My heart-soul soaks up the fertile thoughts

as it celebrates the gestation,

encouraging me to play.

My ego-mind begs

to organize the spores,

(it loves doing that).

I say okay.

But please be quick about it.

I so want to put words to paper.

And so the season begins…