Words swirl around in my mind
just out of reach of my fingertips
so I look at the sky and
wonder how many shades of blue
horizon to horizon dome our world
gilt edged wings fly gulls into the azure space
in the peace of morning quiet by the ocean
while the muse plays a game of hide and seek
I sit quietly and watch the sky, mountains and shore
feel the warmth of the sun on my toes
breathe in air freshened from the night
listen to distant rumble of early traffic
letting the muse play
while I soak in the morning ~
A kindness to the muse and this writer.
“Being gentle doesn’t stop us fighting for our dreams.”
~ Fennel Hudson, Traditional Angling - Fennel’s Journal - No.6
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