Scattered Leaves

Friendship pt. 2

You are the warmth of summer sun on bare skin,
the warmth of hot cocoa on cold, winter nights.

You are moonlit walks, and storytelling next to the campfire.

You are calm as the gentle sway of leaves in light wind,
As playful as a stream tumbling over stone.

You are an author, your imagination spilling forth, so vivid I can almost touch it.

You are passion, your inner spark a roaring blaze of life itself.

You are as golden as a true smile,
As silver as starlight.

I am lucky to call you my friend.

~For P.C.