Sabbatical: Winter,2020/21 Poem by DM W

This winter I intend to hibernate.
I will spend my time trying to create
By the warm, healing fire of inspiration.
I shall wait for the Muses' visitation.
In the quaint, woodland cottage of dreaming:
Where I am known to do all my scheming.
I guess I'll be away for quite a while,
I will concentrate on changing my style.
Perhaps, my new colours and shades will strike
Some as rich and strange; chameleon like.
This winter I intend to hibernate.
I will spend my time trying to create...