The Poet's Treasure - a Poet's Worth

The poet dreams, and with a simple glance at trees or sky or at a mountain spring, begins to write, endeavors to enhance each sight of beauty with imagining. He paints midsummer as a day of gold, the song of birds at twilight as the tune for his beloved, whose aspect is extolled and likened to the splendor of the moon. At times, his heart is pained. It seems that doom pursues him in that chasm where he grieves. He finds he still must write. . . and there may bloom sweet wistful roses on his journal’s leaves. Though meager be his assets, he bequeaths to us a treasure with the words he breathes. For "A Poet's Worth" Poetry Contest