I Am Metaphor Poem by Shirley Harrison

I am metaphor

I am the gentle ocean on a pretty day

when there's little wind

making my way slowly onto shore

like a secret, just about to be told

I am the river

gushing down stream

sprouting out from the sides

onto the path of the walkers

I'm the flow of the waterfall

falling fast down from the rock

on a sunny day I sparkle

on a cloudy day I am drizzle

I'm the wind pushing up the kite

I am the soft snow floating down

in silence

from succulent clouds

not tears but flakes

like time frozen in air

bringing eyefuls of joy

to those who can see me

I'm the rain wetting the soil

for the seeds that hopefully grow

Into a beautiful sunflower

that will eventually die

leaving new seeds

for another very special vase.