Even the shadows graze my face.
Caressing with sun dappled lace.
Peaceful light in corridors green.
Canopy filtered marbled scene.
All seems possible, even flight.
If not, hearts flutter at the sight.
Bright emerald walls closing in.
They’re leafy muffs for big smoke din.
I’d haunt these wooden halls always.
Alas, these are spring’s fleeting days.

