The Poet’s Gift

Posies on my canvas,

Fragrant scents in our midst;

Euphoric novels,

Typeset abstractions

Of a heart-woven dream…

Drops of tasty plum

On this golden old goblet,

Ink that writes the plume

Of downy feather

And dainty tip.

To, Life’s imageries, depict

In perfect truth,

In service of spirits blithe—

This is the Poet’s Gift.