You don't see many grasshoppers
Around here, but there's one nearby...
Sky smiling in periwinkle blue
Golden rods wave a warm hello...
The moon is out of reach despite my need
to pull it from the space it occupies...
I am not going to touch
the meaning...
No artificial
colours or preservatives...
my dragon; my love
conjuring a bewitched dream...
April showers us
With rays of sunshine and warmth...
.
Sunbeams warm a fairy's gift, that...
I slip into your inky blackness
You steal away my despair...
From a nut
To a stem...
Would time remember me
if I stood right by the horizon...
Sunshine weakly returns with
promises of so much more to come...