Marker Cap

I can't seem to find the
Cap of the marker I was just using
Now it will dry up and shrivel
Instead of bleeding through my pages.

Jumper of Bushes

They said we shouldn't
In all our finery
But what is life
Without a picture
Of a boundary being crossed
And a light being shown
Greater than easier.

Yellow

Bubbles light
And happiness bright
A lack of time.
Yellow runs to the store to buy a lime
Because she is sick of lemon's sour
And ends up with sprite and an hour.
She flies with her spring wings
And passes people and sings.

Yellow believes in ever afters
And reads storybooks in the rafters
High above the rest of the city light
Nothing to do except delight.

She has nothing to believe in
Except the sun's loud din
Which reminds her a lot
Of her own life plot.

Most of all yellow is finding delight
In the midst of the fright
Of the colors of blue,
red, and new.

August

The breath of moon air
Crisp and calm
Not cold
Or breathless
But warm.
Just pleasantly this year
But it doesn't hurt to have a fan
In
August.