Whisperings of a Poetess

I write because I like it! I like the pulse of life to beat vermillion on paper. Whether joyous or sad, or~ completely mad. Just let the words sing! For you see...... In my soul, it's always Spring. There's no coldness or snow, No crumbling leaves falling. Just green words that bloom like a gardenia's shiny leaves, With potent fragrance flowers for only special souls to read. I know who they are, for they are poet-kin to me! To impress with literal arrogance, is neither my speed nor my need. To add whatever I humbly can,to the family of man, Being as open as this poetess can.                10/12/2020                  Opus # 1