Gah! Am in a similar space of muselessness…again. I searched my own archives to see what I may have said before, and it all still fits. Except, sadly, that the lovely dirt road weaving through my holiday is now but a summery memory. Taking my muse with it. I hope the Muse has found you. xo
I wonder if I will find the thread on the solitary
drive into town?
If I play Neil Young’s wistfulness
her “Harvest Moon”
will she come out again,
Or perchance she might cup
from leaves of the tea shop
seep into my sipping soul
Is the muse just a playful seal we see over there as we dive in the surf
hide and seek?
Or has she gone for good
turning slowly away
from the pile of dishes and laundry
as I too late