What I love about poems

One thing I love about poems
Is how they just come to you,
Like falling snowflakes,
Or leaves on an autumnal day.
They seem to come from nowhere,
And yet, they're there.
Sometimes just a flavor,
Or a feeling--an inspiration,
With all its myriad nuances.
Other times, a beating of the heart,
A flash of brilliance from the unconsciousness.
The important thing is to stay tuned in;
Otherwise, you will lose the thread.
Better bring this to an end,
Else the magic will escape me--
In a flash.