I’ve always wondered How wintertime’s fragrance would taste on my nose. Frosty the Snowman, Blizzards, Snow at soft as satin, They only existed as myths.
A cup of Sunshine
For my palette of colors I would like
To dip my brushes and
Paint my canvas all alike.
For I miss the yellow tint
And warm essence
In my paintings.
A cup of Sunshine
I would like
For my little dandelion
To bloom in a vibrant yellow color.
For the approaching winter
Is making it shudder
And lose its joy.
Underneath the clear blue sky My little sunflower grew From a tiny seed To a yellow petaled exotic bloom Attracting every eye That passed by. It danced with the Wind Losing itself in the arms of ecstasy. It tracked the sun From dawn till dusk Bending down when the moon was up Refusing to see […]
Tannin’ on the beach beneath the sun,sippin’ on the coconut of fabrication,holding hands, beholdingthe last ray seeping into the blue. Keepin’ the fireplace inky, forthe flames of those bonfiresstill sabotage my tranquility,scorching heat; barbecuing my spirit,hanging fire for gale not quite satiric. Waiting till the darkness followand complements the cool breeze, embracingme through the window […]