Muse has been drowsing
Beneath life’s daily matters
Awakening now
Cleansing rain falling
Breezes create refreshment
Words begin to stir
Family heart work
Enters time of fruition
Now space for my soul
Muse has been drowsing
Beneath life’s daily matters
Awakening now
Cleansing rain falling
Breezes create refreshment
Words begin to stir
Family heart work
Enters time of fruition
Now space for my soul
Posted in Haiku, My muse, Seasons, Soul of writing, Writing life
Tags: Changing seasons, Haiku, My muse, The writing life
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This is absolutely beautiful, Ina.
I love it.
Thanks, Dale. ❤
A gorgeous reflection on the changing season and how it gives us time for introspection Ina.
Thanks for your lovely comment, Andrea.
Family life certainly takes over at times but good to know you have some space for yourself now.
Thanks, Alison.
New space for my soul….
yes!
❤ Thanks.