Every person who crosses my path is a prompt to pen.
Every critter who scurries along presents a challenge to create.
Every nuance of nature my gentle nudge to write new poetry or prose.
Every needful thing calls out for a voice of verse in which to sing its own song.
I know only of god and ruth
One Word - Autumn - the Fall of Truth
It is the ill litter I see in Illiteracy
And love lives on in Tweedledum and Tweedledee
And so it goes with this thing called Inspiration.
The inspiration for this? My aMUSEr and his Challenge