It’s pure magic when the words flow
from eye to mind to pen,
capturing a moment, mood or whim.
A single ray of sunlight streaming through
shattered clouds, illuminates a grove of trees,
setting autumn leaves aglow.
A broken soul lumbering on the side
of the road, pushing an overloaded
cart, holding everything they own.
Children running ’round the schoolyard
at recess, released from class,
laughing right out loud.
Anything can make a poem
the words are in the air, to capture
onto paper, forever staying there.
© 2016 DM Shepherd