My Whisperer
He comes in the night in the breeze
Through branches of a cottonwood tree
Faeries travel on his tails, laughing excitedly
I am fast asleep, tight and safe, cuddled in fleece
Having no conscious idea this is where
He is whispering ideas to me for tomorrow’s poems.
Written 6-10-2020
Contest: Whisper to Me
Sponsor: Regina Ridddle
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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