Can you hear it? The echoing in the leaves?
The ending day turns dark and cold
the heavy fog makes it impossible to see
loneliness creeps in.
This is my first poem that I wrote 11 years ago when I was 17, and it was inspired by my spirit mother Sena. He does photography and one day he showed me a photo he took of a misty pine forest, and his hand was outreached out of focus with the grey misty forest beyond and immediately I had to write. It was then that he became my muse, and stirred within me beauty for life with intense love and in turn poetry began to flow out of me and has never stopped since. Everyone should find their muse…