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 […]
When the season chills run down your bare spine in the morning, you long for someone to be at your side. As I looked out into the morning fog, uneasiness and unwillingness settled inside me, stopping me from getting out of bed. The morning seemed to be longer and the nights shorter because I didn’t […]