The pigments of summer etched across the driveway.
Soon to be pieces in the afternoon breeze.
Line by line,
Shaded in by youthful naviety.
Threatened by a wisp, by the reality of tomorrow.
Twirling in the rays.
Drinking in the vigor, the warmth of today burns her skin.
Behind her, a faithful companion.
Protecting her back, until she turns around to face the day.
A tied race. Until darkness wins out, consuming the mine.
Yet silence continues.
The colors streak across the ashy sky,
Blurring the pane seen through the window.
A warped promise,
Bending perceptions of the here & now.
She looks up,
The bent display, a miracle's reflection.
When change is your only constant,
All that's temporary is permanence.