My Writing Spot

I set up my writing spot in front of the window Then, I found myself in this ongoing trance Nature was on stage, it chose to put on a show As the cold wind blew, I watched all the trees dance The warmth from the woodstove, merged with sunlight Writing slowed down to a sleepy, calm, inside A Nuthatch caught my attention upside-down after flight It seemed my muse had found a refuge to hide So many distractions, I questioned my writing spot As the world outside, kept with skipping on by Yet, the things to write about, surely were a lot So, I went back to the paper and let my pen fly Here it all is, observations from inside-out From warmth to the cold, to the living all around From stillness to movement, silence to a shout Writing can be magical from anything that’s found 11/23/21 Entry For the “W” New Poems Poetry Contest. Sponsor: Constance La France Theme: Writing