TO SING, TO TWIRL, TO BREATHE, TO LIGHT UP THE SKY

my meadow on a snowy day

I want to write a poem today

About cold days and warm blankets,

About the places I've been,

England, Iceland, Africa . . . 

Scotland, Italy, Germany . . .

Norway, France and home.

And those where I still hope to go,

Portugal, Peru, Denmark, Heaven.

I want my poem to sing, to twirl, to breathe, to light up the sky.

I want it to share peace with the firmament,

Trust with my soul.

My poem could help me forget or help me remember.

It could soothe my body my heart, my mind.

It could do all those things that make us happy and catch our breath.

My poem could be the only magic I ever make and that would be enough.