trees of ivy
stretching skyward into
where giants roam and
skyscrapers loom cautiously
in wanton sacrilege to the heavens above them.
dreams of snowflakes
soaring like plastic airplanes catching wind and
plummeting to the ground where we lay.
but it feels like summer
and the ivy trees sway also with the wind
that brushes your hair across your face
as you smile and dance with the seas that
shape the world.