Today is the final day of National Poetry Month. Here's what I've learned...
If I have learned
it is that poetry hides.
Along the creek's muddy edge,
under the dried fall leaves
As flowers awaken,
in the deep dark night.
To dawn's early chorus
as the birds call to one another,
crickets sing their nighttime song.
Days long forgotten,
deep within your heart.
It walks silently
Waiting for you
to pull out your pen
© Cathy L. Mere, 2012
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