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?

Busy Season

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

Encouragement’s encountered

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.