NiñaEstrella

Darkness coats the grass like
A fresh layer of paint.

Wind speeds through the evening
Lazily resting its head on the fresh grass.

Spreading through the world is a feeling of contentment,

Soft evasive stream,
Living in a world of it’s
Own, catching sunlight.

Pond, smooth and silky,
Like a bolt of blue fabric,
Reflecting the sky. 

Rushing raging wind
Of watery heaven and 

shade follows light like a bird falling
down, streaming through a clear blue sheen,
mixing with heat and lightning,
becoming a tomb of
safety and cool wind. 
a moth caught in
a jar, a
swirling
storm.

 

When the heat begins to rise in waves from your back,
And sweat pours down our necks and arms,
When we collapse on hot pavement that burns our feet and warps our senses,
This is summer.

When even grass takes on a tanned hue,

A rustling magazine pulled from the mailbox,
Hot day with the sun filtering through the bright panes.
Slapped onto the brown table covered with crumbs,
Bright covers and bagels with too much
Cream cheese.

 

I actually wrote this a while ago but never got around to posting it, so some of you from Oh Snap! might remember it :)

Sparkles don’t always shine in the right places,