End of Winter Poetry


furry muses


On my old cement bench

Where the colored tiles have faded

Sits my two furry muses

One at my feet…

One at my side…

Alert for anything unusual around us.

Their fur is the shade of the tree’s bark

While the dog’s eyes are the color of the forest floor…

And the cat’s orbs are startling, like spring’s new growth.

My patient companions wait for me

As my pen fills the blank journal pages.

Their constant presence introduces me…

To the possibilities around us

To being in the moment

To giving unconditional love.

These furry muses tell me a lot

Without ever uttering a single word.


The afternoon sun filters through the trees

Allowing its beams to caress me gently

With the day’s splendor and hope.

I breathe in the gift

I can almost touch the silence.

My senses feast on the beauty

All in a warm winter’s day

While I sit on my bench in the forest

Grateful for its blessings.

A Haiku

Sitting in thick dust

Taking up precious space

Are things of your past

Watch for a special edition blog this week:)

Embrace your inner child by reading a good book! D. L. Finn

31 thoughts on “End of Winter Poetry”

  1. That is a wonderful haiku. So true–dusty, taking up space, but memories I can’t get rid of.

  2. Wonderful poetry, Denise. All are wonderful but the furry muses really made me smile. And from “Light’ I love the line “I can almost touch the silence.”

    1. Thanks, Mae:) It’s nice to share the forest writing space with my companions. I almost cut that line, but liked it too much, so glad I didn’t.

    1. Thank you, Miriam:) I’m glad they come along with me. I was surprised our kitty joined us and they do protect me.

  3. I love all three of these, Denise. The first two have a wonderful sense of emerging spring and the haiku is a beautiful capture of what we leave behind. Great post.

    1. Thank you, Diana! Spring is sure starting to make its presence known and a time I love. My decluttering has certainly become a journey.

  4. Lovely, lovely, Denise. Your furry muses captivate me as well. Things of our past definitely take up precious space. ♥

    1. Thank you, Gwen:) Our furry muses offer so much with all their love behind it. Space becomes so precious to me as I progress in time. Xo

    1. Thanks, Eden:) We got a really early spring which I decided to go explore. Glad you got the warm feelings of it! Xo

    1. Thank you, Julie:) It came too soon, but I enjoyed it anyways. Hope your spring comes quickly!

    1. Thanks, Jacquie:) I am always comforted by my pets. They being do much joy and I agree watching them take the environment in a way we can’t unless through them.

  5. These poems are lovely and thought provoking, Denise. What fun to have muses which are pets.

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