I sit with a crackling fireplace
Hit chocolate in y hand trying to forget the
Animals who can't seem to escape the harsh snow.
I sit twitting my thumbs with nothing to do
But fall into a deep trance about the beauty of summer.
I could feel the summer sun glistening on my
Sun kissed skin, sending giddy shivers down my back.
The saltiness of the ocean dancing in my mouth
Make me crave the water on my skin even more.
As I walk up the beach the sand squishing
Through each toe every step I take.
The presence of freckles scattered unevenly across my face.
My hair as blonde as gold flowing in the swift wind.
As I sip a drink made from strawberries,
The birds overhead shirt in absolute unison.
But then, I look out the window and see the snowflakes falling,
And my wishes for summer calling.
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 1:36 PM UTC
The sharp line separating where the sun met your skin
And where it was protected by your shirt is more prominent than ever
Because you forgot to lather on your sunscreen.
The dirt settles into a thin film
Covering every inch of your body
Caking into your hair making it feel
Like you haven't washed your hair for days.
The bugs are constantly buzzing around your face
Leaving bites up and down your arms
Making them itchy and irritated.
But, the sunburns, dirt filled clothes, and bugs
Only strengthens my love for the game.
Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 3:36 PM UTC
Love is a dark blue ocean filled with
Nooks and crannies never explored before,
By the variety of fish on the ocean floor.
Love is a yellow swing set, lonely at night
Until someone comes along to the swing and takes flight.
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 12:52 PM UTC
Dear Mother Nature,
No matter which school teach you ask, they
Will say they don't play favorites.so why must you treat Florida, South Carolina,
And Georgia so well?
Showering them with gifts of sunshine and warmth, while Michigan is on a
Timeout from Nivember to March.
If you ask me, iris not fair,
You should give all of us a fair share.
From, a very cold Michigander
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 12:49 PM UTC
When I think of nature,
I think of blues, pinks, and greens meshing together
As one to create one beautiful sunset.
I think of grass as green as emeralds
Twinkling when the sun beams down into perfect
Streaks of yellow warmth.
I think of peace, engulfing
All the birds, trees, and sun into one beautiful Earth.
Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 10:30 PM UTC
The wind blows the leaves.
Birds chirping in the spring air,
Peace cascading the field.
Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 1:37 PM UTC
As I sit with a crackling fireplace,
The gloom of winter beats down on the
Poor animals who struggle to find shelter.
I sit twirling my thumbs with nothing
To do but think about the warmth
Of the summer sun glistening on my skin
While splashing in the salty water of the
Ocean and sand squishing between my
Toes. The presence of freckles on my face,
And hair as blonde as gold. Sitting with
A fruit drink in my hand,
Listening to the birds chirping in unison.
But then, I look out the window and see the snowflakes falling,
And my wished for summer calling.
Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 1:35 PM UTC