Old Roses-
rustic, uncertain...

This day
smells like...

The first time
I saw...

Pan chased springtime dreams
as whimsical Lilacs cried...

Hand-knitted dreams
are what I get...

While the rain
redolent...

Three Dandelions-
bent, teased by quaint Daffodils...

The horizon
painted loneliness...

What did
the sky...

No one
will ever find...

Who am I
to keep believing...

The Soft Brown color
of your eyes...