Poetry Was Born
Inspired by spring
A blossom, a bird,
A thought came to mind
And then a word
Inspired by summer
The warm sunshine,
Became an image
Became a line
Inspired by autumn
The leaves that shook,
And poem after poem
Became a book
Inspired by winter
The peaceful snows,
Birthing an art
That no one knows
Inspired by all things
And with time,
There came rhythm
There came rhyme
Poetry was born
Way back when,
An inspired one
Took up the pen.
Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2023
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