It starts out cold and dark,
as poetry heats up the since
bringing light to the window.

As the viewer begins to read.

The poet burns brightly for all
to see.

Time is never ending in
the poetic world.

It can time travel,
age quickly, defy gravity
and change your mind with
just one simple word.

Its like venom to
my poetic desires.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton