Ice cream for breakfast. Sometimes the simple pleasures are the ones you need.
Little drops of dew Landing on my exposed skin like tiny pinpricks
When you look beyond The chasms that lie ahead You see the full moon
Evening Approaches Pecan shadows are creeping across the roadway
Grey sky at night Moon round and bright Gives out it’s light Steadily Stars hid away Soon to be day Birds sing their fey Medley Conditioners hum Crickets add some To the night’s rum Symphony Sky fades to blue Venus plays too Sharp like a new Timpani
To the song of birds an orange ladybug dances along my forearm
Lightning strikes after spring rain, mixing pleasure with the pain. Clouds let in a shaft of light. Morning sun piercing through night. Rise to meet another day. Meals to eat and bills to pay. Order interspersed with strife. bittersweet the trails of life.
Air as sweet as cream. Large, round raindrops fall onto bright-new green grass stalks.
Clouds in moonlit sky. trails of white form an oval, Black-backed evil eye.