curled up with wind
to shake the house-walls
the muse never roars
but trees bend over
branches break and fly
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curled up with wind
to shake the house-walls
the muse never roars
but trees bend over
branches break and fly
Graceful Press Poetry 
Blustery!
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Very VERY blustery! But mostly just on the outside 😉
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Blustery outside. I suppose muses don’t bluster. 🙂
It’s blustery and sunny here, too.
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Muses don’t often bluster, but when they do…look out! 😉
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Venus in Fur 😉
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Love this poem. The muse and all the moods it comes in!
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Thank you, Claudia. Moods, oh yes.
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I enjoyed this 🙂 ‘curled up with wind’ a nice line, especially following ‘Sun in March’ Quite windy here too. I had to run outside early to capture our runaway drainage hose.
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Thank you. I am always surprised, after listening to the wind roar and feeling the house shake, that the fence, trees, etc. are still standing. I did see a runaway bunch of fake flowers in my side yard, not sure where they came from. 🙂
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Wonderful.
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