I AM by Rose Lefebvre ©
I choose a path, walking
where my spirit will lead.
My human heart wakes
as I survey firs robed
in green gray moss, murmuring
pines, mossy hemlocks, and gnarled
elms with grumpy silhouettes.
Beneath bending boughs I inhale
inspiration and follow
The sunset beams a smoldering
smile upon the horizon as loons circle
in the moth-spattered radiance.
Light pirouettes off the opposite shore,
a mystic dance of shadows twining
and twisting as if alive.
Shadows of clouds on a rivulet change,
minute by minute, and I visualize
my Muse whispering
inspirational words into the wind.
My soul is reflected in Nature, a mere splinter
of light in a river that undulates through life.
Like a single delicate snowflake,
I am different from everyone.
Phrases uncoil like smoke
emerging from a smothered fire,
rising leisurely from me. I write
of pain and joy, embroider
expressions. Words rain down
on me, run through me,
and I hear lyrics within their flow.
Verses grow within me, slowly, shyly.
Paper is crisp, smooth, a virgin
beneath my expectant hands.
I am a weaver of words, dreams, and ideas;
they quiver as my fingers shift through them
like fine sands.