Summer rain.
Like splinters of glass falling
through green shades.
Gathered leaves are swept,
the mist pulls into the station.
Hands in pockets
The first snowflake settles
but soon melts away.
Unnoticed.
Walking home. The smell
of wild mint by the stream.
And sunsets.
Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 8:09 AM UTC
Summer rain.
Like splinters of glass falling
through green shades.
Gathered leaves are swept,
the mist pulls into the station.
Hands in pockets
The first snowflake settles
but soon melts away.
Unnoticed.
Walking home. The smell
of wild mint by the stream.
And sunsets.
