Freedom smiles and stirs the new air
by Amy Marie
By my window –
Adding her seasoning of a scent.
She begins to store away her moon for now:
But it has left behind
A dim morning light –
Worn by my pink and white blanket
I woke up beneath
To a day of creating and imagining.
Freedom rests by me –
As I dream about the yarn dress I’ll produce
And the crisp notebook pages my pen will glide across.