It feels a little blue today, and a little bit of green. It feels like a silvery scarf, with something in between. The pearls are strung around a scruffy neck with diamonds in the gutter, the honeydew smells heavenly and the butterflies are all aflutter.
My mind is a ton-heavy today, my spirit is a bowl of air, my heart is reshaping itself all the time, with kaleidoscopic flair. It is a poetic month, this florid, summer March. It smells of carefree days and ice cream dukes and hints at hours of parch. When the sun glares down so often, with such an angry scowl, the road beneath just hoots at it, like an avuncular owl.
As an evening approaches with its soothing orange and yellow, harsh croaks of business subside to something mellow. Sugarcane juices in large mugs slake many a thirsty throats, reminiscent of Sandra Bullock’s movies – especially that one - Hope Floats.
Somewhere it’s summer on a field…and it must feel blue and green. Here, it’s just a silvery scarf, with something in between.
Comments
Wonderful poetry and photography, by the way.
GREAT! :-)
:-)
Sayoni