Reid@YWP

Flowers bloom, bees buzz. 

Waves crash loudly on the shore. 

It’s summer, at last. 

Fall had come, and close to its end, it approached. The air became brisk, with winter awaiting in the future, and as a girl wandered down the sidewalk, autumn's old skin shifted through the air above her maple hair.

The ocean is swallowing the sun. 

If you had a genie in a bottle

and it told you that you could make any 3 wishes

You would not wish for gold

you would not wish for riches

you would not wish for fame.

You would wish for wars to end

A summer sunset, hands clasped

Slows time, even as the sun rushes below the horizon. 

Shoreline iridescent rubies and golds. 

Glasses clinking, eyes reflecting- blinking in awe.