Art

I rustle along among the leaves,Trying to hide from youConfused – should I hide,Or should I let you see my thoughts?I am the snake with two minds,With no place to hide….

The orange headed oneGoes skiing,A whizz of color,He starts off lazily downhill,Gathering speed as he goes,Lithe and graceful,Zooming down the slope,A blur of orange and purple,Warms my heart on a cold snowy day.