Member Poem

The clouds, sky and sun,
on a very crisp morning, 
are my pursuit  of depth,
I hear sounds that spark,
the urge  to rise and pen,
those verses that I have, 
yearned from within to,
find a surface to express,
my wonder at a world,
where there is joy in,
each urban dawn voice,
rural stream gurgle,
spoiled for setting,
thoughts now spill ,
from my true being