Poem

Poetry is everywhere.
Snow, sleet, hail, or gloom of night
cannot stem the words flowing in my head.
As I walk along snow covered streets,
thoughts of spring capture my imagination.

Summer can be in the heart year round.
Autumn's changing winds may try to blow the seeds away.
Winter is dormant, as a hibernating bear.

Poetry frees the spirit; the poison of distress flow away.
One word, one sentence can change the day's vision.
Oh, may the words never stop!


~Genevieve