Thick winter night, velvety and soft
Sparkling snow is icing on the rooftops
Glittering like a thousand stars
Shining in the moons white eye
Rounded triangle wings lie in the snow
Left there from the dawn
To fly again at sunrise
Snow angels resting as they glimmer with the moon
Arms outstretched, bright and hopeful as their makers.
In my jar I store my finest things
It’s filled to the brim with only room for one more
I wonder what time has in store for me.
I cram in moments and seal them up tight,
Arrange them neatly, in order just right
My collection of moments is only mine,
like a clock, tickmarks of my lifetime.
There’s a shooting star,
A golden sunrise and set.
My favorite song on an old casette.
The smell of fall leaves and sunshine,
my fifth grade teachers
and my first friendship.
The time we went on a summer trip.
Jumping in the pool with clothes,
and finishing my favorite book.
Walking on the brick wall
bouncing on my trampoline.
Hearing my shrill scream.
Dancing in the pouring rain
and running from a large Dane.
Swinging under the apple tree
in summer’s great heat.
Feeling wet, smooth sand under my feet
and scoring for the team.
All this is in my jar, and it’s been working out great so far.
I hope that my memories don’t crack or fray,
because the magic in these moments is impossible to pay.
littlewordworm 