New poems fall
like apples
from a tree,
like berries
from a vine,
like buzzing
from a bee.
Mostly I dropp them,
‘cos there’s no keyboard handy.
But sometimes
I catch one
- all new and hummy -
and polish it brightly
on my sleeve.
Alison Cassidy
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poe-tree-2/
