My attempt at catching up....K, L,M, N

I have not quit the challenge. I have had a sinus infection.. I felt like a morning glory at high noon. The pollen, the heat all made me droop.  My head was killing me.... I know it doesn't exist, but it feels like a sinus migraine.   I had to lay low, no blogging, no writing, no bike...no fun!   I am better so here is my lame attempt at playing catch up.  

 K is for Key, L is for Lock, M is for Muse and N is for Nurture/Nature. I hope my poem connects the threaded thoughts I have rambling in my brain.  I have missed all of YOU! I will be playing catch up for a few days...  I had a relapse, when hubby opened up the whole house. I could instantly feel my face swelling up.  He closed the house up and put the AC on.  A few friends suggested, a Neti pot. I will look into getting one. I guess it is also called yoga for your nose.

I love this photo. I found it over at deviantART   This shot was taken by by ~MizPersnicket~ 
I love this one, too :D

 

Under lock and key by ~Fading-Sunlight

 So here is my attempt to tie the threads of all the letter days I have missed, K, L, M, N:

Tapestry of ancient earth

lures you to wander in

deep,dark

thoughts

 tangled with

 rambling brambles

morning dew's tea

steeped in filtered sun

 her honeysuckle perfume

wakes your mood

Winds of change

 will appear

in a gift of

cornflower blue

a quilt

stitched with

fingerprinted

dreams

Green ink mixed 

with

quenched words

pours out of your hands

into faded brown envelopes

beeswax sealed secrets

waiting

watching

for

 key

to unlock

Muse's voice

Lost in thought

I climb towards the sun

twisting, turning 

as branches of the strong oak

embrace me

I reach a nestled creature

a lone black bird

he flies away

I watch and know

I must follow

I must fly

I see a

 wrought iron gate

can I unlock

it

find my

imagination

tucked among the soul

 of fragile

parched leaves

cascading towards the light

whispering in the wind

craving

pitter pattered rain

and rainbowed

jewels

soon we will

dance

with fireflies

and glow among

 Moonflower's blooms

we will be green

not with envy

but with

fertile 

hope