A haiku, Flowering anticipation
Grass blades wet with dew
Shimmering, Sparkling, Gleaming
Sunshine beam appears
Earth's warmness emerges
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This is poetry about two young lovers who spent most of their time on the beach until the storms of life blew their love into the sea.
My muse is constantly bugging me to take her south to lay in the sun on sandy beaches in Florida. Maybe I will. The election blues have got to go!
I was watching the sunset on a drab, gloomy day, missing my hummingbird's who had already flown South, and watching my squirrel, Squiggley store pecans for the winter when my muse took flight.