these words came to me,as they are, driving to work last saturday, what more can I say ? this is the muse, this is being in the space intersecting with inspiration, I can not explain it like I can not explain so much of this world, as I am just this one dude existing in this world. with that said…
9.29.2018 “early am drive”
over the green of verdant hill
soft fingers of september sun stretch
each drop of dew provides
shimmering in the gentle warming of autumn dawn
notes… this is one of those I can not possibly explain, it happened and I loved it at first sight/write, it made me think of so many poets before me, sort of a hybrid (sort of haiku in spirit) but still me, I guess.