Words rise up

  Words rise up like geese at dawn,

When ,in  pale sun, new day is born.

The words approach,  and pause in line;

The choice I make is mine.

Words  spelled here by sense and sound,

In clause and sentence weave around.

Which eager  words shall I now use

And which  shall I refuse?

 The fire  lights up inside my heart,

And now my writing hand can start

I sit down at my desk and say

This is the way I spend my day

With words  I dance and play.