The child smiled happily as last Christmas left.
Day before yesterday, dashed in a flash.
Flying by on shining bike.
Little sister wheels her trike.
She's only little.
Struggles a bit.
Momma's pulling at her hair,
Stress caught up.
He don't care.
The rain.
It's helped the leaves become.
Start of next year on the run.
Hanging loosely, as pretty gems.
Seeking sun.
Pearly drops of rain just fall.
Mother of all, at nature's call.
Another noisy one,
Echoes heard loudly through the twisted trees.
Whistling wind, driving force.
Verdant tickles strike naked branches.
A short time ago, were but naked bare.
Bearing the raindrops on sodden heads.
Sundial, turns towards the sun.
Sadly none today.
Upside down.
Topsy-turvy.
Winter -springs.
Remember, the year of the buds that broke out in December.
(c)LIVVI