A Spendid Muse

I used to be a poetess.  The paper was my  unjudgmental therapist, and it listened silently as I spewed my thoughts. Poetry was second nature to me.  It was a powerful self-identifier. It has been several years since I was a such skillful weaver of words.  

Then tonight I saw a nebula of fireflies swirling around over a field.   I grabbed a pencil and paper and jotted down lines in the dark.  I will have to arrange these lines into a comprehensive form when I have the chance.  The Earth can be so beautiful in areas not crowded by man.  As earth and sky have blended together with twinkling beauty,  three planets show themselves.   Mars,  Saturn, and a divinely misty Jupiter shine above.  Nights like this are greatly appreciated blessings.   


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