Thank god or global warming
for sun-soaked seventies on Wisconsin's
November afternoon.
After school playground run
surprises all three of us with breezy kisses
we swear belong to Spring.
Shadows fall long across slides,
last beams slanting gold through fence links, chill
creeping, sending us home to warm
love this. the weather has been so gorgeous the past few weeks. I wish it would never end!
ReplyDeleteSounds like bliss! Love the pink boots.
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