I love a poem
I love a rhyme
the wink, the cadence
three quarter time
round words and clipped
a question, an answer
wind is music
the tree a dancer
a light for hope
the moon is longing
sorrow and morrow
the birds are songing
pattern with checkers
color with fruit
words roll like marbles
gathered en route
a springlet of tears
to joy of the spring
playgrounds of anything
written to sing
there is sound in the silence
a white wall is hued
taste of the spectrum
ride an etude
This article appears in September 2014.
