Pumpkin scented air
carries promise of candy...

On restless feet she wanders
through the garden of her life...

I’ll build a castle in the air
for you and me alone to share...

Innocence of form
belies the cimmerian shades...

Cobwebs glisten with dew
As morning sun wakes...

Becalmed atop a mirrored sea
the storm has passed...

She stands amid the chanting mass
crushed on all sides like a pebble between...

The ache never leaves,
a constant reminder...

Summer in a single bite
that lingers in the mouth...

The glint of gold amongst the green
a berry ripe with autumn’s sun...

The final word is written
My pen is dry of ink...

Even the clouds have ears
when she plays...