I feel a poem coming on,

Oh what joy!

I pick up a pen

and let the words slide across the page

like a skater twirling across the icy land of winter,

like a swimmer diving into the cooling waters of summer.

Writing is like rain,

it falls,

it nourishes,

it refreshes.

Writing is power--

discovered,

shared,

releasing,

embracing.

I feel a poem coming on--

I smile into the writing,

I weep into the writing,

Oh blessed, blessed words.