Thank you . . . .

. . . . . for the kind words you have said about my poetry. I truly don't know where it comes from - sometimes it is so in my head that it drives me nuts because I can't get it to paper fast enough. The poetic thoughts usually present themselves at the most inopportune times: I'm driving, showering, doing dishes or trying to go to sleep. By the time I dry my hands, pull over or get out of bed the lovely words that were dancing in my brain have become like a jigsaw puzzle. I can get most of them down on paper but not in the way they originally presented themselves. I can get pretty close sometimes, but usually they leave me as quickly as they came. It's like trying to catch the "elusive butterfly"! So . . . I have purposed to try to keep pen and paper near by - just in case!

And a small confession: I didn't write "Winter" at 5:30 in the morning. I wrote it late in the afternoon the day before (over a course of time). And since blogging posts date when you start them, I din't want that. So I "post" posted for the next morning. Sorry - I'm not very creative or awake that early!