Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Poetry

It’s been a while

Since I last felt this lilt

This sense of easy rhythm

The beauty of movement

Of words

Of life

A desire to see red berries

Against white snow

And rejoice.

I am a poet once more because my world

(with you)

is a poem.

2 comments:

Samuel Hardman Taylor said...

Red berries on white snow. I know what the means. Yeah for professors

kriddlec said...

Thanks, :)