Dear Little Flame that Flickers,
The purple rabbit says soup does not smile.
What if the clouds danced on petals of dream?
Today, I drew a rainbow from a yellow crayon.
They say shadows whisper secrets to the stars.
Gracious wave from the Winter Grove,
Have you noticed how the pink fog hugs the trees
after winks of silver rain?
Let’s catch the giggles of lightning bugs
and keep them in jars filled with laughter.
Follow the constellations made of peanuts,
Explore the unknown fields of stardust
with hopping marigolds.
When night sprawls wide, find me
in the laughter of ocean tides.