WELCOME TO MY TIME MACHINE!

Hop into my virtual time machine and travel back with me to 1951, well before

The Muse became The Muse. In those days she had a penchant for free verse as can be seen in this group of

FINGER EXERCISES

A capricious young spring rain,

Intent on showering me

With a multitude of soft wet kisses

Met me at the doorway.

The lake,

Face wrinkled

With ripples of running

And rings of rain,

Greenly grimaced it way

To the grey gorge.

The landscape of dull colors:

Dull grey,

Dull green,

Dull dullness,

Sat mutely,

Ignoring all.

The wind played desultorily

With the grey branched trees

And idly stirred the lake

With a breath.

The sky stayed gloomily aloof,

A monochrome

Of no particular hue:

Still, silent and far.