Thursday, November 25, 2010

rachel

I've never met you,
But when it rained
On the chalk-covered sidewalk,
I read your mind;
Beautiful, unique,
Always creating.

Today was your birthday;
I walked to the corner store
And bought a red balloon,
Knowing if I set it free
It would find its way to you.

Leaves turn,
And I know it's your time.
Warm cider,
Cool Autumn breeze,
You linger on the
Whispers of the wind.

No comments:

Post a Comment