the muse at midnight
sits by my door, rapping, whispering, calling
if i step outside i will run i will tarry i will flounder
if i sit here, silent, there will be no song
if i invite her in
she will open my windows
sweep my floor
paint birds on all my mirrors
April is National Poetry Month
Poetry was the first creative love of my life, so I am celebrating by
participating in a Poetry Book Giveaway over at my other blog,
the blue muse.
Stop over and say hello to enter the giveaway.