Just yesterday fall wore a sullen face
And braced herself for winter, packed away
The sun, and let the stormy clouds embrace
Her trembling form…but look at her today
Her smile is back, she flaunts the sun again
The fallen out of fashion yester rain
Lies crumpled and forgotten neath her feet
She laughs, and shines, she is no more than sweet
Sixteen, or even younger, barefoot girls
She’s one of them, ‘tween time and space she twirls…
Do not disturb her, let her dance until
The land is clothed in white, and all is still.
Live for the Love of it,
Sasha A. Palmer (a.k.a. "Happy")
prompted by Poetic Asides
oh yeah! I can pretend I'm there right? ' The fallen out of fashion yester rainReplyDelete
Lies crumpled' Brilliant! love it.
Pretending is allowed and encouraged! :-)ReplyDelete
Thank you, Janet.