Speaking Quiet Dreams

a girl leaning on a post her lips carve poems in december air sunlight surrounds her like a song i watch her from the window entranced by knowledge of her soft soul she is speaking quiet dreams into golden sunlight the softer lines of her form painted in sharply bright colors bluejeans tightly round her hands stuffed in pockets the jewels of her gaze twin and soft looking into the distant thoughts that her heart feels a winters day and the warm crisp air reminds of summer filled with songbirds and breeze filled with promise and intent that spring will come that her poem will be written in summer skies once again