Merry Spring

I write when beauties step into my heart and when the Muse unveils her very art. I write when to a wonder, my soul leaps and when the warmest of bliss is spilled heaps. I write when Nature reigns and sends her scent and when allured to my Self give vent. That’s Euterpe of music and beauty full, overflowing many a ruby. And when poetry, a gift that beguiles drifting, with no anchor, into the wilds. And when in life, breezes merge with the storms highest Selves emerge above bonds and norms. And what is to the heart precious and dear souls would linger in perpetual fear. Merry pure hearts in the season of youth friendly warm Spring, a reverie and sooth. March 8th, 2019