Beach Beads!

The autumn sun is out and I’ve just noticed the glass beads I made a few years ago!  Inspired by our local beaches!

As slow as sycamore seeds thrown from skyrise windows
Our hearts soar and fly then eventually grow
On the winds of whim we hover then fall
Cast to the dirt
Along concrete verges we flow
Away from our dreams of yesterday
Then down to realities vaults
Gone are summers where we used to play
Tears arisen from the sum of our faults