Pale Green
The color of a Luna Moth's wings at night, as it flutters on a soft breeze, under the brightly shining stars.
The color of lichen growing on rocks, resilient in the most barren places, finding a way to survive.
Pale Green
Like Moonlight, shining against the leaves of a tree.
It reminds me to create my own little fantasies, and to wonder;
But most importantly, it reminds me to dream.
My heart breaks
For every snowflake
That twirls down,
Solitary
Amongst a gray sky
It looks lonely, you see
Not as if I don’t know how that feels.
A tree is downed in the forest
It appears as a skeletal hand resting upon the snow covered floor
Brown beneath, like ivory rotting away as it ages
And pure white on top, bone bleached by the sun.
I’ve started looking forward to the little things a little more
Than I look forward to next year
Because it feels like next year is uncertain.
I’m excited to eat peanut butter toast in the car before skiing,
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