Days come and go.

Blossoms adorn,

Shedding smiles, ...

Sunny, warm days.

When a little shade,

Is most welcome. ...

Don’t like living next to you.

Can’t live without you.

Sometimes it’s hard, ...

Dangling.

Waiting to dry.

Yet refusing to let go, ...

Some prefer the limelight.

Others, distance and quiet.

Life in the countryside. ...

Come inside.

A peaceful place,

To leave the past behind. ...

Sometimes,

Standing afar,

To look back, ...

I’ll wait.

As loneliness reigns,

Dreams struggle ceaselessly ...

Some days,

You may feel loopy,

Out of sorts, ...

Clean.

Scratched.

Smiling, in fading daylight. ...

Everything’s unique.

Even different shades

Of a single color. ...

Sunny,

Cloudy,

Even shades of stormy. ...

Shattered days,

When nothing feels right.

Pieces left behind. ...

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, ...