A gentle burn,

Or a soft whisper

Fading away. ...

Lemon slices,

Adorning a pine tree.

A neat trick. ...

They bloom,

Bringing smiles to

Faces walking by. ...

Sometimes,

Desolate, foreign planets,

Are not too far away. ...

A present,

Shrouded in thought.

Fingertips, knots, laughter. ...

Closing eyes,

To dream,

Of where to be…

It’s Spring.

Birds chirp before dawn.

The sun awakens, yawns, ...

At the end,

Regardless of what’s said,

Written, ...

A beautiful day.

The sun starts to set.

But it feels strange. ...

Submerged.

Bound together.

Little room to move, ...

Sometimes,

What’s most important,

Isn’t that which ...

Even the slightest

Sliver of sunlight,

Can transform a cloudy, ...

Some days,

A different perspective

Is needed, as a gentle ...

Soft, gentle, young.

Opening,

For a new season. ...

Organized, linear,

With enough discreet colors,

To fit, and feel comfortable. ...

Some days,

Are strangely quiet.

No cars, cowbells, ...

Turn, turn.

Don’t stop.

Take me somewhere unknown. ...

Some days,

When the sun sets,

Everything looks, and ...

Packed together, closely.

Different shapes.

Similar colors. ...

Cut, piled,

Ready to gather up.

Dinner awaits ...