stepping stones
I follow
my inner child
Category: childhood
comfort
comfort blanket
the fading scent
of childhood
bedtime
bedtime stories
the innocence of childhood
dreams
falling
falling snow
mother piles the rice
on our plates
Christmas
Christmas night
the scent of pine
fills the hearth
another
another treat
the vampire’s fangs
fall out
wind
wind in the trees
her small hands full
of autumn
shorter
shorter days
children chase
the falling leaves
hot
hot sands
in the children’s hands
ice creams
faster
faster
than the falling snow
sledges down the hill
