Saturday with the Muse

ferocious defender of
hearth and home, yet
how softly she embraces
those she loves, only
a fool would cross her

with a thousand stars
in the night sky to wish
upon remember to listen
to your soul, emotions,
the heart, cannot
be trusted

gentle breezes
sweet birdsong
shade is growing
boughs are greening
beneath the late
winter sun


Magnetic Poetry Online

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