Greeting My Muse

A grainy figure

at the end of the hallway,

fades in and out

of the writhing mist;

as her whispery voice,

drapes around to define

her emergence

through rays of gold

and pastel pink and blue.

Casting light on every shadow

that she passes along her way,

cradling a precious bundle

       - a faint image

         arousing a feeling -

bringing promise

that we can nurture it

     into a poem.

Paula Schroeder