Light in the clearing
as we stroll through the oak grove
and emerge at peace.
Bright specks of yellow
in the tapestry of life
awaken the soul.
The parks come alive
as sleeping trees awaken
from winter slumber.
Crisp hotel linen
pull me into its embrace
I drift off to sleep.
The rainbow crosswalks
in city intersections
are bridges of love.
Burnt honey ice cream
topped with crunchy honeycomb
The magic of bees.
Yellow Barhi dates
A sweetness like butterscotch
melting on my tongue
Rocks along the path
leaving footprints in their wake
etched in memory.
Raindrops on the roof
fall gently with a rhythm
singing to my soul.
An orchid flowers
after months of dormancy
Resilience displayed