What Will I Write Today ?

An open book, an empty page. What will I write today ? The written word, a productive gauge of that which the heart wants to say. Leaves blowing about in the windy breeze, bringing forth words from within. Colors begin to adorn the trees and to not write of this would be a sin. The silence of the early morn nurtures that space of time to reflect on moments in my life from when I was born and memories I'm longing to forget. I choose to see beauty in the day and let my pen write of the same. All about me wakes to the sun's first rays with more ideas for this writer to claim. Douglas L. Ace