days that are on the cusp of Spring

     but feel irrevocably of a summer in my soul.

     with bare feet and rosy cheeks and messy hair piled atop my head

     out of the way of the art I long to create

     with watercolors and scattered brushes

     and a milky swirling mixture of water and paint.

     and an idea blooming through the distracted edges of my mind

     and ebbing through my whole being

     that itches to create something tangible,

     something beautiful,

     something of this summer sentiment in my soul.