someday

tiptoeing across the pond
stopping to reflect
and break the image
of a green laced monster

kicking feet in pools of
mud dripping down you legs
feeling the slow burn of
cold on a fall day

yelling into the
pelting raindrops of ice
and wrapped tightly in warmth
of socks and scarves

laying back and seeing
the stars and the amazement
of never befoe seen pinpricks of
light in a darkened night