EverlastingWaves

flowers in between my toes
white little blossoms,
that stick to my bare,
wet feet

wind carrying whispers
not caring who hears
their small secrets
in the form of leaves

the creaking of old trees
not speaking,

Dandilions
dotting the dirt, making me
delirious
Daffodils dance
in the
dreamy wind
Daisys are lit up by
the dawning sun.

the stars have folded themselves
they are nothing but a faint twinkle
in the darkness...

the buds have not bloomed
like they are waiting, waiting...
for the world to get brighter...

the schools swings creak

"Toss one over here, Ross!" I yell. We're sitting at a picnic bench during recess- a rare occurance, as not many days have been so nice. After all, it IS just April. The third, to be exact.

I just want to go return to fall
when the worries were gone
when the biggest problom
was the position of your pawn
(I'm not the best at chess)

I just want to go return to winter
when the flakes drifted down

another day
another dollar
another sigh
for this day of quarantine
has begun

another fresh wave
of panic
and anxiety
about the coming times

another moment
to hug the ones you love
and remain close