two versions I started with a black notebook – my phial of little bitter pills- scribbled scrabbled drifts of words straining to be understood- and then I found a muse among the silence of the golden hills, among the trilling of the robinsong among the maple wood. Aug 2016 At first I found myself a muse And got myself a black note book Which fast as the words flew became A phial of little bitter pills But then I found a muse myself In the silence of the ancient hills The never ancient trilling birds The ever silent forest groves May 2019