She’s steam rising up from cold morning roofs
Unfurling in mist to rejoin the skies.
Frost tipped sun rays come cascading down and
Refract outward from her effulgent eyes.
Her lilting whispers ride on rain drops that
Land on ears like butterflies on flowers.
See her smile in the immense azure
And hear her laughter in surprise showers.
Tired muscles walk along well worn tracks.
Vivid peripherals, intense and bold.
Beholding such bright saccharine visions
Of ethereal figures draped in gold.
What reminiscing hands can’t seem to catch
And what memories can no longer hold.