Subtle fleeting patterned footpath zigging and zagging downward driveway.
This way and that- leading to angels that lay scattered behind gleaming forts and balls of white.
Red-nosed glee, icy wrists, layers of disseminate warmth.
Forever treasured will these patterns be.
*This poem is part of my 2015 poetry prompt challenge– today’s prompt was “use the word ‘pattern’ in the first and last lines of the poem.” *Let me know if you want to take part in the challenge and I will link your poem at the bottom