Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
Peaceful
Calm
Serene
Morning sunlight
Onto and through
Autumn’s leaves
Light
Easy
Without weight
Gentle breeze
Blue sky
Occasional clouds
Energising
Thought-provoking
Life fulfilling
To sit
To write
To become the poet
