National Poetry Month: I See a Poem

I See a Poem

I see a poem

in scattering leaves

and snuggling close

on cold, snowy eves.

I see a poem

in lightning-streaked sky,

in waves rolling in,

and geese soaring by.

I see a poem

in glistening dew

and, once in a while,

in me and in you.

© Rebecca J. Gomez