Memories flit through panes of glass, reflecting on sunlit days of childhood.
Lit by streetlights, cracks in the road appear like maps – lines intersecting time.
floating on a pool of rippling green she rides out the heat of the day offering a moment of cool repose to those passing by
Buds emerge one by one, their blossoms the face of summer.
Clouds move swiftly, captured by currents, invisible yet strong. Birds silence their songs.
emotions circle, begin their drift down into colors compelling, arms lifted in embrace
how many colors can we count in a day…forever shades unfold, following growth and change
reflections brim in puddle drenched skies… a girl, freed to fly
the days of youth, with hours to kill, lands to explore pockets full of treasure