The Seasons of Poetry

Poetry is the long winter’s night The powdery snow ever so white Poetry is the glittering Christmas tree And the time spent between you and me Poetry is that single first bud The little green things sticking up from the mud It’s the rain and the lightning and the thunder so strong And the soft gentle wind singing its song Poetry is the sun warming my face Going here and there and all over the place It’s the cool blue water underneath my fingertips And the waffle cone with the single vanilla dip Poetry is the changing of time A blazing light show without spending a dime It’s the little kids running and yelling, “Trick or Treat!” And the pumpkin pie that we all can eat Poetry is more than just words on a page It’s more than just voices speaking on a stage Poetry is the moment we fail to describe It’s the way that we think and feel inside