Proper Poet

An artist’s eye,
And a poet’s heart,
A gardener’s caring for all that is living,
A steady hand
That knows what’s right,
With courage to see the night through to the day.

A longing for language, the beauty of words,
A thirst for all mystery and wonder.
To desire in his dreams places afar
But to hold to the earth
As he reaches the sky:
Proper poet.

- Primula