of seasons
watermelons
fending off summers
heath
colorful fall
the crunch of
leaves
many a little
critter to
meet
winters cold
the purity of
snow
the change to spring
like life
giving a
second chance
A little
moth
with its leaf
happines akin
to an
invitation to
dance
words put
together
neatly, sloppy
told
in books,
on screens
old folks
content, faces
with little
crow's feets
listening in on
conversations
of giggling
teens
The cold morning
air
the world
and its
antics
barely awake
honest heart
to heart
talks and cry and
laughter
nothing forced
nothing fake
The world in
all its
glory
beauty's precious
seed
whenever I
lay my eyes upon
it
I stop and
think
me müests erfinde
gäbs es nid.
