Oh March
how I wish you were July
I would pinch the cheeks of your Anna belles
and lift your bee balm beauties unto my lap
I would sit in the shade and have quiet conversation
with the ferns and hostas
enjoy robins singing on the roof,
...splashing in the baths
Oh March, I wish you were July
how I wish you were July
I would pinch the cheeks of your Anna belles
and lift your bee balm beauties unto my lap
I would sit in the shade and have quiet conversation
with the ferns and hostas
enjoy robins singing on the roof,
...splashing in the baths
Oh March, I wish you were July
It's always amazing to me how bare everything looks and within a matter of months how it all fills in....nothing turns into something.
ReplyDeleteI wish March were July too--Today it feels like May, which is okay...
ReplyDeleteoh how you tease with those summery shots:)
ReplyDeleteit felt quite like July here yesterday
but today is cold and gray.
again.
-Jennifer