Memories in my heart

Winter is becoming a faded memory.

Beautiful window frost
Icy branches crackling in the wind
A snow angel or two
Crunchy paths in the snowy yard

The images rest in the depths of my heart.

I was imagining a yellow kite today.
The playing child laughs as it dances in the sky.
Colorful flowers line the winding paths.
The garden is green with leaves swaying in the breeze.

These memories are yet to be born.
They might take form with the coming season.

As memories grow, they play in a formless sand.
Their steps leave footprints in my heart.
Their paces connect me with history.

William Wayne Smith

From Patreon Memories in my Heart

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