Friday, March 31, 2017

Sunshine at Bedtime

Streets full of blossom,
Like pink and white snow,
Beds full of tulips,
Tucked up in a row. 

Trees full of "candles"
Alight in the park, 
Sunshine at bedtime,
Why isn't it dark?

Yet high in the sky
I saw the moon,
Pale as a ghost 
In the afternoon.

                 --Shirley Hughes

                    Out and About

And now, lets just look again at how little girl and blossoms are. Because they deserve a second look. 

May your weekend be bright, beautiful, and magical!

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