I would fold myself
into the sunshine,
if I could.

With my books
and my words
and my heart
in bloom.

Sew flowers into
the fabric of
each day,
so I would never
lose sight of such
exquisite color.

Take this moment
and put it in
my pocket,
hold it in my palm
when I needed joy.

On days like this
I am convinced,
I could live in
always summer,
and want
for little else.