"It was only a sunny smile, and little it cost in the giving, but like morning light it scattered the night and made the day worth living."

F. Scott Fitzgerald

Thursday, August 30, 2012


A little girl with yellow hair-
In the garden without care-
Dances while the dark clouds gather,
Doesn’t seem to think they matter.

The winds blow hard, disturb the trees
While stirring dust like memories.
Oh little girl, what do you care?
You’ve fallen flowers in your hair.