The daisy mobile is coming! The daisy mobile is coming!
Excitement mounts as I spy the yellow giant roll toward me.
Up the hill she rises, showing off her florals and her fanciness.
I smell pumpkin cappuccino and freshly bakes lemon scones.
I am loving what is happening; for the daisy mobile is terrific.
She only appears in November, a month of Thanksgiving.
Chocolate cherry muffins? The mobile’s owner asks me.
My mouth loves it here, salivating like a sieve; I nod.
I have missed you! I tell her. Your frostings and your daisies.
You are too sweet, she tells me. My best customer.
I think we are all “her favorite” customers, she acts like we are.
I feel appreciated and loved as I taste a bite of muffin.
Categories:
frostings, food,
Form: Rhyme
Streets glazed over in wintered frostings,
traffic lights reflect glistening hues
painting this sidewalk festive
As I walk, my breath floats before me,
not unlike a ghostly apparition,
then disappearing waiting on the next
Footsteps striding to the song in my head
“You and me” that is our song…
Chills converge, though not from cold,
My rapidly beating heart sings
and it stays with me, never ending in my mind,
for I dream the lyrics are her words to me
Changing lanes a slippery endeavor
as I cross over the hidden yellow lines
coated white beneath blurred tire tracks,
ruts, like life used to be…before her,
before winter became beautiful
and opening my eyes each day a blessing
Making my way to her door step,
my pulse races between each fluttering snowflake,
perhaps anticipation, perhaps nerves…
rehearsing once more,
practice makes perfect they say…
as my forever waits on me
Reaching in my pocket I remove the small box
lifting the lid I smile at the sparkle,
dispersing the rays of a November sun,
shimmering in my eyes,
now mesmerized by the wonder that is us…
hoping she will say yes
Categories:
frostings, romance,
Form: Free verse