Forest Winds (a poem)

light shiftForest winds howl

through the trees of a troubled mind,

shifting leaves of thoughts

left behind long ago.

Scattering words and ideas

that skitter like mice

behind unmarked walls

of a house long forgotten.

Nothing burns here.

No lights. No fire.

No friendly sunlight to mark the way.

A muse long left dormant

lies asleep in the shadows.

She shifts, and mumbles.

Perhaps to waken.

Maybe another day.

via Daily Prompt: Forest

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