The Sprinkles of the Blue Hill

Image: Nathan Anderson. Unsplash

Teasing and giggling
she runs down
her youthful innocence
a restless stream
sprinkling fantasies
charming around
starry nights
send the moon
to play with her
with dreams
unseen before
she moves
tiptoeing unaware
shyly with time
whispering promises
with blushes and smiles
leaving her past
the sprinkles of the blue hill
forgotten with time