Inspiration

Comes with the wind
For a second turning
Spinning out of control
The aroma of thinking
Fresh from the earth
Best within hours
Like bread from an oven
And can be anything
From the sound of a bee
To the colour of a tree
The shape of a rock
Perfume in mall parking lot
Size of a dot
Music from another land
News reports that want let go
And up in color on a canvas
Or a sketchbook page
On the floor
Wilting after
If left unperturbed
Empty and unfulfilled