Come Back, My Muse
Late one afternoon,
wind chimes rang a pleasant tune.
Sun would soon defer to moon.
Breeze blew warm and light,
wooing my desire to write.
Imagination took flight.
I wish I could say
I'd penned flowing lines that day.
Dozing chased my muse away!
Copyright © Janice Canerdy | Year Posted 2024
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