Remembering

piercing cold snow on the sidewalks.

Piles of clean, warm laundry,

Daisies playing hide-and-seek,

chilly weather lingers.

Indigo waves capped with white,

Sand between toes,

scorching sandy floor, those

many summers.

A gentle breeze is

blowing, hair scattered,

like salty ocean mist flowing

through the air,

cooling sun-kissed, skin.

Waves are crashing,

white sand nearly glowing,

nightfall housing the beauty

left in the day. The sunset is

bright, gleaming

in almost moonlit light.

Dark sky, full of stars, but they

don’t hesitate to convey the meaning

in the nighttime visit.

Wandering alone in the woods,

losing track of time,

tall emerald pines whisper hello,

faded blue jeans, ripped in the knee,

Tripping over feet of trees;