“Soulful Strings”   stings finely tuned he starts to glide his bow   the sound hollow, yet full of vibrato   calling forth, the light of day she awakens   the sweet sound strumming her along   warming the dawn smoothly   saturating the air…

© A. Potter ~2021 The clock reads Four, three, two Capturing my attention At a time, I was looking For inspiration The countdown had begun the Marathon not quite yet run Just over halfway To triumph How are we? Already this far Still longing To…