I write because (and how) the rain is wet,
because the scent of snow is wild
because of cause and reason
when winds are mild in spring
because (and why) the seasons shift.
I write because I need my words
to firework, to bleed like autumn leaves
or die as mud.
I write with words for sky and six feet under
with my bullet words and butterflies.
I write because you read.
Written for Susie’s prompt at toads.
January 24, 2018