Picnic Days

 

Time was a chandelier

glittering from a fairy tale sky-

the day was a butterfly

fluttering about-

us sitting on a candy floss cloud

gliding by-

happiness was food, songs

and even shouts-

reality was a dream-

till the evening hours came-

 

 

 

Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ Picnic(s) @ Poets United