The road curves. There the guys ply their trade, of car wash, while patrons wait on the sidewalk. Sometime, boys play a game of cricket in the road, dodging a passing car or two. On the opposite side, when the time is right, pink blooms from the pomerac tree carpets the sidewalk.
the wind plays
a rain song
FALLING LILACS © gillena cox 2016
Transforming with Nature's Wonders
Challenged to explore the world of footprints and write a new poem through the eyes of Nature.