In winter I retreat for days and write.
Lots of word mongering going on
minimal interaction with people
save for observing neighbors
walking along the sidewalk
(viewed through sheers)
calls from the kids and
online conversations
A quiet writing retreat
my silent home
my studio
Each morning I peruse the news
until words come knocking
demanding to be written
and woven into notes
from yesterday’s
and woosh the
time goes by
I truly am
content
Inspired to
share my
tales of
hope
JoMae
3/10/18
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