Friday, February 26, 2016


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.

lilacs falling
the wind plays
a rain song
FALLING LILACS © gillena cox 2016

Written for Hannah's prompt
Transforming with Nature's Wonders
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads
Challenged to explore the world of footprints and write a new poem through the eyes of Nature.