I look up to blue skies smoking white clouds puffy, to a map of sunlight glistening here, while her sisters weep in torrential monsoon rains.
Is it because the moon dances her way into ripeness that the stars twinkle in delight of cobalt nights and coquettish surrender?
Winsome are dreams of little girls who wait in tiredness for sugar plum fairies. Best they wait instead for charitable tooth fairies who leave small treasures behind.
Daylight greets trees leafy green, even if the rains have left droplets to create tiny rainbows at their edges.
green mangoes dangle -
boys will have to wait awhile
for their ripening
© gillena cox 2022
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Welcome to Monday WRites # 358
ITS holiday in Trinidad and Tobago today
HAPPY EMANCIPATION DAY
You've heard about the Monday Blues ❧✿❧well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance for eg the rite of afternoon tea).
If you have a Monday post at your blog you can share at the linky. There is no prompt. All that's required is that your post is a Monday post
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