I am like a cloud,
I move with the wind,
I cry when I am gray.

I am like the spring,
I bloom for the seasons,
I guide life into my womb,
I bring rain to the river's and brooke's,
I bring bird's to build their nests,
I bring the beast's out into the fields.

Quite I am,
waiting for the change.

I am a ghost
reaching for the post,
seeking purpose and meaning.

I am a poet,
growing my plots,
leaving you my written legacy,
upon my poetic format
I smear my ink on these pages.

**© By Amanda D Shelton