In the scrapbook of a poets mind
there lies a photo.

A Landscape of words
that shines like sun
calling one to scribe.

Sometimes sunny scrapbook
burns
releasing painful memories
needing to be written
for peace.

Other times it’s
bright
beaming down a rainbow
of beauty.
flying like a butterfly
needing to be free.

Scrapbook contains
endless pages
to glance at
when posted or printed
in book form.

It's a gift
handed over by poet to reader.
Come gander at a poem.

For...A poem a day keeps the doctor away.