Tag: prose

A sensory rush stocked with the stuff of long-forgotten whims.
A second to pause and hold onto the smell of summer and innocence.
Rolling down grassy hills.
At the bottom, a jumble of limbs.
Shaking stomachs and silly giggles.
Dress up play and make believe.
Bicycles, grass stains, and skinned knees.
Long warm days, staying out past dark
Capture-the-flag and Hide-n-seek
All in the smell of just cut grass