Early morning rain
washes the disdain from life,
a freshness exposed.

In the dawning,
sunshine peeks through the clouds
enlightening my mind.

Thoughts brought forth
in a new poetic way
express the soul.

All feelings live
within the hearts of poets,
fueling their muse.

Writing for life,
all while living to write
time well spent.

Time and tide
stand still for all men
after their passing.

A journey begun
with a single word, expresses
what poets see.

Lost in thought,
ideas germinate into loving bloom.
A poet writes.

Dedicating my words
to those without a voice.
One time always.

 © Walter J. Wojtanik