Penchant Poetry

Pens and Pencils

are my penpals

With a penchant for poetry

I see yellow in Aspen fall

Some days starts with a suspense

And I know not what would dispense

On days when my mood is pensive

It floods my mind and sharpens

When my enthusiasm dampens

It’s a friend to depend

Its not for the penny or the pence

It’s an outlet that deepens

Sometimes mistakes do happen

From a slip of the pen

This door remains open

Beyond penalty or penance

Pens and Pencils

are my penpals

With a penchant for poetry

I see yellow in Aspen fall