birthplace of creativity
a sunlit pasture
an open gate
free to explore
there is
time enough when
the barn is full
inexhaustible
the next hill 
small
until climbing
and the
view 
materializing
reaching an 
early summit of
bared trees
skeletal fingers
obscuring
blocking
as colors extinguish
from the departing vista
a premature obituary
when all around
still glows
now waiting at the well
from a distance
not daring to draw 
from a source
contrived
not daring
anymore
while there was
sunlight streaming through
a break in the
stone wall
dam burst
scattering leaves
the leaves of decay
water foaming
churning at the source
of the fall

the harvest of waiting
is over
Waiting at the Well
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Waiting at the Well

now waiting at the well from a distance not daring to draw from a source contrived

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Creative Fields