In winter slumber…
Dreams, torn asunder, till all
my egos exposed!
In winter slumber…
Dreams, torn asunder, till all
my egos exposed!
Kigo, seasonal?
A key to understanding…
Oh No! Escaped thought.
Oh, what should we seek,
happiness or contentment?
A different world…
One leaf bud breaking,
new horizons unfolding.
Springs emerging day.
Walls pivoting sideways,
Become gates opening to new views.
Open gates of understanding!!
Barred owls call,
Begins sunrise chorus, chickadees ~ titmouse,
Pileated percussion.
Waiting to write,
Some epic line in the night.
Covered in cobwebs.
Where has my muse gone?
In the climate of the times,
she’s departed for other climes!
The Muse is everywhere.
But, in the time of dryness,
everywhere but here!