Stroll by, look around, look up, look down, see? yesterday’s rain collected some stars pooled on the ground moving to currents from children on scooters passing by, heavy footfalls of runners, finishing their miles, and curious squirrels and sparrows, exploring the new waterfront in the park by my house.
You’re my palette. Bright and fresh. ready to be applied to me. I’m a blank canvas. I’m impressionable. And you’re an impressionist. BrownBear & BlueBoots
It’s the day before summer. I’m searching my memory for hints of what it used to be like, that summer free. I’d like to know, what I can expect once tomorrow comes, what I can require. Waking up to a breakfast of something, nothing special, followed by some activity. * Back to a classroom- not … More it’s the day before summer – a poem
