One wall for the dressers,
one wall for the closet,
two walls for the one big bed.
One wall for the couch,
one wall for the chairs,
two walls for the books we’ve read.
Sometimes I dream of
pickaxes, sledgehammers
and banging through walls with my head.
Go away, robin,
for now it is autumn.
Leaves, fall down,
and geese, fly south.
Go away, evenings
and hide in the night.
Sun, set early,
and bonfires, light!
I want to write a poem each day.
I just need something good to say.
And if there’s nothing to be said,
I’ll write one anyway.
It’s good for me to think and write
to keep perception in my sight.
And so I’ll make each day a poem,
and dream of verse each night.
“Why start today?” you’d like to know.
Just because it’s time to go.
Seize the chance; start when you can
to make each day a poem.