Imagine

I imagined a tree house in the forest for every season, creating my own perfect 'portal'- a doorway magical; I want the creativity of 'tangible' greenery and wild life, to be one with the birds and the branches and leaves. So, I 'navigate' through waters and tangled vines, with all my supplies and tools and people to help; we found a tall strong tree and I realize my 'revelation', my epiphany- to build a high tree house in nature. I will 'patronize' this lofty tree house alone or with others, oh, for months this had been my 'fixation' and infatuation; at first, the idea seemed too 'spontaneous'- a silly idea, but it had come unbidden arousing me to make it so. I was curious and captivated with being part of nature, now, I am full of 'intrigue' within my tree anytime; oh- to be in the green or white of nature and view it all, now, I can dwell with all the unfolding seasons of the year . . . " . . . to photograph, sketch, paint or just watch the unfolding. " ____________________________ January 24, 2020 Poetry/Verse/Imagine Copyright Protected, ID 20-1219-231-03 All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France Written for the contest, Eight Word Challenge sponsor, John Hamilton Third Place