By Evening Glow
Quite often I pick up my quill
and sit on my favorite seat
Although each writer knows the drill
not every author/muse do meet
sometimes she sleeps,
at bard's ensweep
Repeatedly the sun meets plume
with just one gaze she's all aglow
Catching the scent of her perfume
I scribe away by evening glow
but when she's here,
she's oh, ... so dear !
June 7, 2022
Sponsor Emile Pinet
Contest Name Posie
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2022
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