Time Goes On

The crisp wind of this time slices your face as you walk around.
The vibrant colors of the world piercing your eyes, trying to get a good spot in your heart.
The sounds of the crows blast your ears off in a cemetery.
The pie that your mom has made tastes like the perfect pumpkin.
You smell her beginning to make dinner.

The air sends chills down your spine, making you shiver.You gather around the fire.
The crackling of the bark and the whooshing of the wind become one.
The hot chocolate runs down your throat, coating it with warmth.
The kids all run out to play, flying down the hills and making angels in the fresh powder.
The evergreen tree gives off fumes that draw you around it with your loved ones.

The air has a sweet smell to it when it comes, filled with honeysuckle.
You can spend days outside looking up at the bright blue sky watching the clouds pass.
You feel the soft rain pattering on your arms as it trickles down, cooling you down.
The distinct sound of your rubber boots, rubbing against your feet.
The bunnies have fun frolicking in your garden as the flowers wake up.

Your skin burns as the hours grow longer.
You chase your friends down the street as you hear the ding of the ice cream truck.
The rainbows are painted across the fresh canvas.
The popsicles melt in your mouth as the fruit flavor stains your tongue.
You sit out on your lawn until the wind picks up again.