Frosty in the Morning Air,
Beguiled Sweetly, I stand and Stare
As the Sky comes fluttering down
Without a single sound.
Freezing on my lashes and nose,
Freezing more on my bare little toes,
Back inside I go a-dashing,
Like a lightning bolt a-flashing!
Inspired by me Mum 🙂
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What Inspires me? What lights the candle of my imagination and sets the flame burning high? What is it that opens the floodgates of words, like a rapid, rushing torrent into my thoughts to overtake me, sweep me up and away, bearing me upon the tide into the depths of any ocean?
It is difficult to define that precise place where a fanciful notion or musing thought becomes greater than itself, steps beyond the precipice of promise and unfolds into a blooming illusion filled with imagery, lyricism and emotion; yet I shall endeavor to relate some portion of the mystery, if I am able, for there are times when, I too, barely comprehend it.
Words stand ready at any given moment, whether newly awakened or late blooming in the deep recesses of the night, to burst from their sheltered waiting place and spiral into lyrics and phrases that tempt the…
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