A summer time muse inspires all the same, shortly, sweetly, but still in frame.

The picture is set, unchanging for a time, she is simply a beauty that brings my words to life.

She needn’t know, she needn’t hear, but at just the right moment she did appear.

How to decide when a moment is right? My words come forth, I don’t have to fight.

Waking or sleeping I can see her brilliance, so I wake this morning with new found resilience.

I wake and feel alive, I wake with inspiration, I wake, and I can’t help but to write of my elation.

To meet this morning with her as the vibrancy that fills my mind, it all feels so clear, life feels so kind.

A kindness from life that reminds of the tenderness she exudes, so gentle, so sweet, though life can be so crude.

So I meet this morning differently than in the past, thankful to have met her, even if inspiration doesnt last.