Poetry

Spring of Inspiration (#615)

I’ve often found it’s the strangest thing,
That causes lines of poetry to spring,

An overheard snippet of speech,
The smell of salt at the beach,

The sway of seagrass over a sand dune,
A crystal-clear night with stars and the moon,

A sunrise reaching over a mountain peak,
The rushing and bubbling of a forest creek,

The whispering wind on a slow evening walk,
Children’s street drawings made of chalk,

The taste of a Red Delicious straight from the tree,
In my hands, the feel of a piping hot Earl Grey tea,

The tickle of summer raindrops,
The hue of green after the storm stops,

Amazing what causes lines of poetry to spring,
I’ve often found it’s the strangest thing,

Any Thoughts?

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