Letters to Muses #1

Dear Stormy Autumn Morning,
The trees are on fire in the yard and the streets are shiny wet from the rain that drums on the roof. This new house has more windows to look out of and a rain chain. From where I sit, throw blanket and slippers on, reading on the love seat, I watch the water's path down the chain until a gust of wind sends gold leaves tumbling to the ground, pulling my attention, nudging my imagination. The sun illuminates the yard and I imagine if I ventured out I would find a rainbow. The wind, the light, the leaves, the rain: stirring ideas, possibilities, desires. Mornings like these, writing begins easy and I lay down word upon word, heart alive with belief in creation.

Love,
Liz