I'm dreaming about this....give me all or nothing,
I say as I my soul languishes for the deep, meaningful notes
of a summer day...
I am craving the sun's warmth while I feel the earth come to life between my hopeful touch.
to pause in the middle of life's stream for awhile...
and memorise these faces...
To read by days waning light...
To stand mesmerised as plethora of colour sings in unison to
an audience of one...
Me alone at this magnificent garden concert.
This bleak canvas is waiting for the strokes of summer to enliven it....I wait in eager anticipation...
much of March in southern Ontario is rather bland,it isn't winter anymore but doesn't feel like spring either...neither here nor there!March by March:)
so I tapped into the summer archives and had myself a little reprieve...
May your mid March day make a memory
you treasure.
I say as I my soul languishes for the deep, meaningful notes
of a summer day...
I am craving the sun's warmth while I feel the earth come to life between my hopeful touch.
to pause in the middle of life's stream for awhile...
and memorise these faces...
and soak in the wonder of a sunset...
To stand mesmerised as plethora of colour sings in unison to
an audience of one...
Me alone at this magnificent garden concert.
This bleak canvas is waiting for the strokes of summer to enliven it....I wait in eager anticipation...
much of March in southern Ontario is rather bland,it isn't winter anymore but doesn't feel like spring either...neither here nor there!March by March:)
so I tapped into the summer archives and had myself a little reprieve...
May your mid March day make a memory
you treasure.
