Lost Muse

Perhaps - she's lost. Perhaps - I thought - she'll never be found.

I've been down to the river..where I like to go. I've been down to the lake...that I know.

I've looked up at the sky in search of passing geese and swans and ordinary birds. I've walked to the park where my favorite friends play.

I've searched high and low. I need snow to brighten up add color to the browns and greys. I need something other than this.

And then - there she was. Way..way down under where my feet softly tread. I had to squat low. I had to put my nose and my belly to the cold hard ground. But - it was then and there...that I knew I hadn't lost her at all.

My muse was right there and waiting.