This poem inspired by the Wiz/ Wizard of Oz…was from a challenge to conceal (or reveal) something… my words do a little of both… do you see it?
Oh, how this season has me deep in its
Vibrant, vigorous grasp of task and toil
Ever so summoned, engrossed, absorbed-
Reaching my depths and
With a stretch – push, pull, shout…
Heaving heaven out
Looking up, rays come down- stones are paved on a yellow brick road
Marked with footprints of whispers that feel like my own.
This path is better not walked alone.