The mystic muse is hard to chase She never comes when beckoned She dangles ideas, then runs away Hard to get is her game When I match her method Pretend to not care, wander off my course She peeks her nose and plants some… Continue Reading “Mystic Muse”
What does this tree trunk think while sitting here on this beautiful fall day?
while mankind evolves
When Coyote chorus
rings through the forest
calling all critters to revel,
An acrostic about a wonderful month.
Do I listen to Johnny Cash
while making biscuits and gravy
recalling the line you walked
sometimes a little askew?
Just thinking about why I write