May 1
Early Memories
Do you remember those nights? When the sun went down but we still had her light? Spring birds singing on their flight. The first rain of the year, dampening our fields. Gardens blooming and children running laughing down the streets. I can still hear the crips sound of leaves getting crushed. My shoes got wet, rushing through the puddles and mud. I also remember those nights, when I have been little. No sleep in sight, but the world outside was cold and brittle. On the tables and shelves candle wax dripping.
