Ranis Thomas III
Brisk Moments - Poem by Ranis Thomas III
As the sun dies down
the cool brisk breeze begins to take over
leaves of trees
and the grass beneath,
begin to fade into different shades
of brown as if a child painted a
collage full of wonders.
Parades of scantily dressed
men and women march home to await another year
for entertainment and
passion for what people live for.
Beaches drained an exhausted
by joyful laughter
and many feet
that have walked across the brown
but the sands liveliness
and waves fill the much needed
Like the summers wakening
I wake to see a young child's first days
riding her bike with confidence
that summer will never end
lonely but quietly
and anxiously wanting more.
I so want to join the
brazilian dancers at carnivale
or cruise along the lake
longing for that funnel cake at the Taste
what a life!
Brisk moments of exuberant life
and shared moments.
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