Did you perhaps attend my Springtime class? <br />Participating flushed and imbued from past silences? <br />Or are you in the mountains now? <br />Masked in the rocky crags of camouflage? <br />Will i find you brisk as the Winter wind? <br />Or will you be still as the first leaf of Fall upon the sod? <br />And what of your eyes-are they still filled with Summer intent? <br />With perhaps the beginnings of your first poem? <br />Are you at last out from the shadows that once spoiled you? <br />Or are your ears now filled with the music of rhyme? <br />And your breaths-are they the reason for the seasons? <br />What of your purpose-is it now defined by rhyme so sublime? <br />Has it at last arrived in your heart? <br />Where all poems have been born throughout time.<br /><br />Theodora (Theo) Onken<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poems-of-the-heart-their-origin/
