The Muse Poem by Ronald Ragan

I walked out onto the back porch and saw her standing on the pier.
The warm ocean breeze blew her sundress of sheer.

Her crimson blonde hair turned gold in the shining sun with persistence.
At her command the luminous celestial body bowed to her radiance.

The crashing waves pacify and restrained themselves for her muse.
A coastal wind carried clouds of springtime sounds, thoughts, and hues.

Closer, I spotted her with a handful of daisies both yellow and white.
She taunted and teased each flower whose petals gave no fight.

One by one her delicate fingers tear the blossoms from its head.
Twirl and tumble each floating on a breeze towards its watery dread.

Approaching I stand behind her catching a hint of her aroma angelic.
The distance between us quickly dwindles, her aura melodic.

My arms around her waist, a wisp of her hair and my heart I give to thee.
To my joy, she continues to whisper, he loves me, he loves me.
He loves me.