Frosty Muse Comments

Sometimes words flow instantly. Enjoy.

Indeed food for thought there John: How often on my feet of scorn. That poem entitled O Night was born in just such a moment as you describe. When waking in the wee small hours to find poetry pouring out of 'I know not where'. Your description of a poet's dilemma, has often intrigued me. A little deliberation usually convinces me that the work is indeed my own. Read mine - Spring - Adeline

Wonderfully penned Forestry muse. Words simply come properly in own way. Nice sharing with new vision.