Rues To Muse
I wouldn't claim you weary me
For Muse, it's me, apparently
Here in the room, a faint perfume
Of dust, or must, a tinge of gloom
Thank you for the lovely talk
That we encountered on our walk
In the backyard to garden small
And viewed the sky above the wall
And truly, truly, oh my word!
Sweet serenades, that little bird!
It's so good to have you near
And share a bit of lovely cheer
You beside these past few days
I've sorrowed, mourned, delighted
Praised
It's so good you're here again
The gentle lifter of my pen
Copyright © Bj Legros Kelley | Year Posted 2022
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