Carnival

Glowing lights and soft jazz

spellbind people who take

a whiff of funnel cake, a sip of lemonade.

Colorful vendors line the street,

games with prizes of over-sized stuffed animals.

It is the epitome of summer nights.

Adults laugh and share stories

of their childhoods,

reminiscing about how things used to be.

They are entranced by the Ferris wheel,

spinning round and round,

a staple at the carnival.

They remember soaring through the sky,

gleeful and dizzy all the same,

and they gravitate towards the line.

It snakes around the corner,

children tugging at their parents' legs and

scrambling for pink and blue cotton candy.

They hand over tickets and

step into the gondolas with 

a striking sense of nostalgia.

Grandparents, moms, and dads are delighted

with the hopes that perhaps for a night,

they can be children once again.

Hope you enjoyed! I'm actually terrified of waiting at the top of Ferris wheels, but they're so fun to ride! ps. My next post is a very special one, so stay tuned!

Flower Crowns

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Ringlets hang around her spirited face,
a tiara topping her head.
As she stands in the sunset,
a dark silhouette against the brilliant hues,
she is a princess.
In her head she slays dragons,
scares away monsters,
and is awoken by true love's first kiss.
Her gown is embellished,
her heels high.
She lives in a castle in the clouds,
a palace made of gold in a kingdom of magic.

But of course she is a child,
her tiara a flower crown of blooms,
searching for the monsters underneath her bed.
Wrinkled sundress twirling in the wind,
returning to her two-story city home.
Yet her dreams are kept alive,
the fiery embers of innocence lit by hope.
Her smile makes the world light up.

In her eyes is childhood,
fairy tales and storytelling her joys.
As night quickly falls,
she drifts into sleep in her father's arms,
her visions full of happily-ever-afters.
When she awakes,
she will once more be a princess in her castle in the clouds,
twirling with a flower crown and a mind racing with imagination.

This piece was completely written on a whim. Hope you enjoyed!  x - Sanjana

dear sweet wintertime

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the merry twinkle of your laughter delights me,

and i smile back, bright red cheeks and all.

i remember so clearly,

our snowball fights on winter afternoons,

followed by cocoa and grandma's hugs.

our snowmen with button eyes and carrot noses,

straight out of a picture book.

then a gust of wind breaks my thoughts,

and we catch snowflakes on our tongues. 

it's just like the old times, i think aloud,

and you nod in agreement.

now so much time has passed,

but the memories are still crystal clear,

as clear as the icicles

that hang from the roof.

my dear, you say, and i look up.

you reach for my mitten-clad hand, and we dissolve into laughter.

we are children once again.

oh, dear sweet wintertime. ♥

We've gotten some snow over here, but it's been far too cold to head outside. I hope you feel the magic of winter and I hope this piece warms you up in every which way. Much love to you all!

Promise ♥

I'll hold you tight and never let go.

I'll rest my arm around you as we fall asleep under the stars.

When we wake up, I'll wish you a good morning and tell you how extraordinary you are.

When it gets chilly outside, I'll wrap my sweater around your shoulders.

I'll give you the world, even if it takes a lifetime.

I'll do that for you.

We'll reminisce over mugs of hot coffee, shaken with nostalgia. 

We'll let time get the best of us,

and after we're tired; exhausted and fatigued, 

I'll walk you home in the moonlight, guarding you from the looming shadows.

I'll always be here for you. 

I'll love you endlessly, darling. 

I promise. ♥

Moon



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"My darling,"

She let her tough walls fall when they were alone.

She enveloped the child in a warm hug.

"No other mother loves her daughter

as much as I love you,"

she whispered.

And the owl's wings flapped,

its backdrop the milky moon

and the yellow stars

It was so near, yet so far; 

almost like you could capture the moon in a fist.

But not quite.

The girl's merry little laugh

and innocent twinkling eyes

spoke what words could not.

Wrapped up in her mother's arms,

the moon her spotlight,

she was content.

"I love you."

Sir Sun

@PeridotCove

Mother Nature beckons

with her brilliant blinding rays.

Her warmth touches shoulders,

and people turn her way.

When the dawn chorus begins,

and Mister Moon is no more,

Mother Nature unveils her spirit,

an effervescent array.

Her signal tells all

not to worry or fret away.

Sir Sun is a message

of a clear, brand new day.

I figured I would open up Peridot Cove with a bit of poetry. I just love using words to express my inner creativity, and I really do hope you will grab a cup of coffee and stay a while!