A Year in Eugene
Pebbles of rain
Sleeping on daffodil petals
Which rise overnight
To greet the temperamental day
Golden beams from above
Tickling freckled cheeks
Shaped into juicy apples
By childish smiles
Trees blowing kisses
Floating on red leaves
Through midnight mornings
To buttoned up students
Gray and damp air
Stinging bare necks
Which support bowed heads
Packed with black wool