As the days get longer
We give up our promises
And sing in different
Voices than the ones we had agreed to.
Basking in warm winds from distant
Lands and times where scents distressed
Fermented to the sweetness of indolence.
The wind can make your bones feel
Invisible, your brain at rest,
Suspended on an updraft;
Muscles bathed in honey,
Dense and weightless on the softness of the
Air, the streets are waking up
And breathing, start to murmur to you.
Fill your hearts with prickly stimulation as the vibrancy
Is born again against the death that
Dies away beneath your feet, all buoyant on the crispness of a
City street in Spring…Owen Phillips
Everyone was out enjoying the day….a sunny sunny day full of the joy that spring days can bring…it was still a little chilly but no one cared…..coats were open to the spring warmth….some people were actually wearing shorts and Tees…madness…
I came home and did a celebratory painting with all the color and warmth of the glorious spring day….notice how relaxed we all are…none of the hurry of winter….we just basked in the sun
An abstract of city streets seen through the window from high atop a building in Watercolour on Arche Not Paper…Toronto, Ontario Canada…