The Reason I Write

I hear poetry
in winter's cold
and in spring's rain
I can feel it
like the heat
of summer
and when autumn colors
fall softly upon us

I hear poetry
listening
to the birds sing
as the morning dew glistens
like diamonds
echoing the sun's light
or while dancing
in the rain

In a crowd
or alone
I hear it

It is the music
that fills my soul
note
after
note
composed prose
that knows
my inner thoughts

I hear it

I hear poetry
every night
when the stars
give midnight sustenance
and then
with the elegance of time's gentle touch
a new morning
appears
as the sun's radiance
awakens
every moment of my dreams

I want to be
as beautiful
as the masterpiece
life paints each day
winds
as soft as butterfly kisses
holding me captive
as a lazy river
carries me away
to places unknown

I write
hoping
that all I hear
can be felt
in every word

Absorbing the nature
Along the nurture
Everything has rhythm
Environment is prism
Feeling its great
Fundamentally very sweet

Good write from Mig
Great with jig

Nice poem .

nice