A cold winter night-
in my sentiment my muse arose
depositing poetry at hand,
with way of my pen—
my contemplation obtaining shape,
my face against the wind,
my essence engaging in words realigning,
together with stillness of reason
and spirit unconfined,
selected in the same way as a trusted friend-
with my muse, I write.
(photo by: Kathleen Stevens/2015)
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thank you very much!! appreciate your liking and comment!! 🙂
A trusted friend, your muse – very true. Love your writing.
thank you Carol!! 🙂 ❤