
Love is an Element
Saturday music class on Spring Street. Lined by lemon trees. The other mothers take their places behind the amber window. I am perched on my shadow. Morning sings the sun's song and the kindergarten children rise like yellow stars without echoes. Their voices are daffodils turning the room gold.
3 replies on “Love is an Element”
This is beautiful! I love “Their voices are daffodils”.
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