Cold hands
Bright lights
It is the season

playing in the yard
nightfall comes
quickly we go in

drizzling rain
in a car
to your unknown future

a house in the woods
darkness engulfs us
fireflies are among us

gleaming candle
shushed out at days' end
while she contemplates tomorrow

caring and loving parents
still take a picture of their little boy
on his first day of senior year in college

as she walks through a small path
the sound of Birds
comes with judgment

out the window—
cried
the little girl

light bell ring
revealing of eyes
Got one!