decima

A Poem

I wonder what this poem will be

A screech in silence of the night
A flame that burns with dancing light
A pile of words confusing me
A nut that’s hidden in a tree
A creak of shivers up my spine
A squirt of lemon while I dine
A touch that comforts and consoles
A way to grow and reach my goals
A crinkle in this life of mine