Sassenach

The green of spring a backdrop, as bare feet on dewy grass pound the earth, each stride sending lace and what was once white cotten, bouncing against legs that cannot keep up, if only I could fly.
Your ship, magnificent from bow to stern, floating through white, like a ghost from the past, as sails take rest, you linger in the heavens for a moment, I will always appreciate that moment. ❤️