radiates like...
springtime.

and a clean house.
(or mostly, anyway. soon for the 'all the way'.)
smells like...
warm
and green things.
laughter
and bike rides.
sounds like
bubbles

and hula hoops.

feels like
paper mache mountains

and digging in warm soil.
glows like...
warm evening light,
and games in sunbeams.
all is well here.





perfect!
ReplyDeleteyes to paper macheing... we are frantic with it over here - a total revival of gluey fingers and dripping newsprint!!! Lots of love to you guys!!!
ReplyDeletethe creativity is flowing in your corner of the world :)
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by by blog! Thanks for the compliments!
ReplyDeleteI love your poetry! I'm glad I took a closer look. Wonderful!
We love papier mache too! all fun!
ReplyDeleteHow wonderful to see all those little buds appearing. No matter how many springs I see I don't think I'll ever tire of it.
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