On the mountains of Washington
fields of wildflowers
cut a swath through my memory
as do the sandy beaches
my native California bearing
Inspiration comes in slices
not always the juiciest fruit
my muse won’t be blighted
by the guise of petulant youth
I sought solace in all beauty
the thundering of a waterfall
the perpetual volley of waves
speechless innuendoes calling
only a tumultuous roar
Nature has become my mistress
breathing soothing sultry calm
capturing a dissident muse
held within her arms
© July 2016
Renee Espriu
Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself
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