The walls are brightly strewn with sunlit invitation;
The words, clearly visible, streaking across bedspreads and lampshades.
Birds twitter but remain invisible to me.
And the sky is the most exquisite and tropical blue.
It doesn’t hang from pegs like in winter months,
Nor bellow and flap with skittering clouds like in autumn.
It’s not tight and pale from each horizon as in spring.
Instead, it’s light and loose,
glowing with talcum powder clouds that lie
here and there,
static in the smoulder of the sun.
just a bit of fun for me, really! It was a really gorgeous day yesterday and i needed to write something. Tell me what you think.
