I have always loved poetry. When in younger years I kept my love of poetry a secret.
I don't really know why, perhaps out of fear of not "fitting" in at a time I felt was important.
Poetry speaks for me the feelings in my heart that I cannot express for myself.
I am not afraid to admit that now.
Nature, the gentlest mother,
Impatient of no child.
This is my letter to the world
That never wrote to me
The simple news that Nature told
With her tender majesty.
Her message is committed
To hands I cannot see;
For love of her, Sweet country men,
Judge tenderly of me.
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune
Without the words,
And never stops at all.
Who is your favorite poet?
The Girasole Lady