Morning Dew

Strung in a ripple

Of memories and care.

So many held close

And many still there.

Days and years later

I will look back

And stare,

At how much I found

And all would still be there.

Yellows from the springs

Twigs from the times

Dews from the cry

And the reflections in the wind

Will make me feel.

The jingle of these times.

In a trice, I have lived moments.

A smile has lived longer,

As I blushed

Walking on air.

Continuing my walk,

There’s still lots there.