Picadilly Laughter

Cranberry dreams upon a blue silk pillow of yore Strawberry smiles upon faces young and poor White lace trimming along the edges of a yellow dress Caramel smells waft and giggle a nose to caress Gentle raindrops caressing my cheek on a pretty day Holding onto the moment as the sky goes to a dark gray Floating white clouds nudging at my heart Summer smells of barbecues with childish laughter Piccadilly sounds, harmony in tune with my mind I have magic at each window of fun I find A beckoning soul leading me to laugh evermore Carolers with multicolored faces; fun for all