I walked in the snow with the pup at my side.
Running my hand across the gate impulsively,
I licked the snow on my knitted mitten–
surprised to recognize the distinctive
yarny taste of winter.
the color red
green leaves
the smell of grass
sandals
purple tulips
the sound of birds at 5 am
butterflies
drinking coffee on the balcony
the taste of popsicles
watching the bats at night
fireflies
What stories could you tell of the eyes
that looked your way?
Of the hands that touched your bright colors,
of the cracks that scar you today?
An old house with an old soul keeps secrets
of happiness and fears.
Kaleidoscope of memories that gather
and collect the years.
That moment on a frigid day
when February’s sun stretches–
touching the drifting snows
and the running river waters
with an embrace of a long-lost friend.
laughing on a road trip
used bookstores and coffee
walks with binoculars
cold Guinness and friends
hearts painted on bricks
puppies and naps
hawks on the light posts
sleeping with open windows