abigail_and_bean

Snowboarders, wheres your snow?

Her legs lay limp against a log

Her face, bright red

Heart pounding

Lungs struggling to slow down

Never has she been able to go so far

Never has she been able to push herself without criticism

When I was four I wished for five, 

When I’d be in Kindergarten

When I was five I wished that preschool would come back again

Again at six I wished to age

At seven I wished the same

If purple is the hardest color
For the eye to see
Then maybe all us purple-lovers
Are seers to the fairylands
Where dawn spirits sing
And poet bells ring
Harbingers of the night
To our awaiting ears.

fields upon fields

on which the sun shines

trees upon trees,

forming a city

a city of squirrels,

bears,

and more,