It Was Time To Write Another Poem

IT WAS TIME TO WRITE ANOTHER POEM It was time to write another poem I became excited inside and happy I did not know what it would be I waited to hear myself Suddenly I saw through the window the pale light of morning November I began to think of how much beauty the world gives easily to the eyes I thought of the walk in the park this morning ‘How Beautiful this place’ was to be the opening line I then would describe my inability to write the colors and the shades of light The various beauties of trees and flowers I did not know the name of Maybe sometimes the world really is a poem And maybe sometimes ones’ inner happiness is greater Than one’s fear and sadness I let my mind take the poem to wherever my mind went Now I can begin the day How good it is to be alive still