Creative decay happens…
A mammoth of the forest falls
A path for sizzling sunlight appears
Tender shoots respond, grow,
Feed on the fallen, recycling the years.
Creative grief looms…
A mountainous emotion zooms
Arresting the will
But, in the end, stilled
Perseverance crests the hill.
Creative worry calls…
Wall of despair, ball of dismay
A puzzle with pieces missing, mislaid
Much can be gained from the angst, the rune
Humbled, refocused, head bowed, heart tuned.