A Poets View

I walk a poets walk

Which means I see beauty

In things that others miss

To be able to capture all the

Colors each falling leaf has to offer

I feel their pain when I have to

Step on them and crush their beauty

I am mesmerized by the falling droplets

Of rain on my windshield

How they form a colorful pattern

How each droplet grows and reaches out to

Other droplets until they join each other

And run free together and escape into

A tiny stream, their rainbow lights seen

Through sun appearing through the rain clouds

Some are seen only for a fleeting moment

Disappearing together, never to know how much joy

They provide for those of us who notice

Those who have a poets soul

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