Sometimes,

The last slice of a pizza,

Can smile, ...

Strange, that sunlight

Shining on a glass,

Can cast shadows. ...

An orange, Fiat 640.

Bright, sparkling, humming.

Adorned with flowers, ...

A golden, welcoming carpet,

For spring’s early morn.

Blooming trees, ...

Butterflies do sparkle.

Some even grow antlers.

They can smile, ...

Sometimes,

Doing the unexpected,

Simply doesn’t appeal. ...

Yellow speaks.

Sunny, smiling, bright.

Blue listens, as ...

A day to dine outside.

Like days of past.

Memories, floating back ...

The sun’s setting.

A silver ray of light,

Appearing from nowhere. ...

Strange, foreign words.

But it’s colors,

That speak loudly today. ...

Confusing…

Greenery,

Bordered by rocks, ...

Sunshine or moonlight.

To lay in your shade.

Day and night. ...

Holes, lines and cracks.

Imperfections,

Pointed out loudly, ...

A flower beckons.

Sunny and inviting.

Bee lands, ...

Barren walls,

Leafless trees,

Pale blue sky. ...

Sometimes,

Even whole hearts,

Shed tears at sunrise, ...

Eyes closed,

Legs crossed,

Resting with a smile. ...

“Reflections of life with you…”

Free.

Away from crowds. ...

These days,

The sun shines,

With a frown. ...

Youthful blooms.

Courageous and believing.

In a rush, to discover life. ...