Eve of Womanhood

i walk back through the memories

that collected like dew on the grass.

-Adelaide (Down By The Willows)

to love is a choice. so make it count.

-Cally (Words Passing You By)

we are made of stars,
only in the darkest times our best shines through.
-Emily (lost)

there are stains on my skin
from the adventures that we had.
-Jordy (Hidden)

Wintertime

i. it tastes like 

melted milk chocolate

striped peppermint sticks

bitter coffee

ii. it smells like

sugar cookies baking
dried leaves

cinnamon sticks
fresh, new air

iii. it feels like

ice so cold it burns

prickly pine trees toppled with icy snow

chills that rest beneath my bones

iv. it looks like

embers dancing in the wind

mittens protecting little hands

the world washed clean
dragon's smoke slipping from my lips

v. it sounds like

snow boots crunching in thick snow

children yelling with joy

the crackling of burning logs