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 of this summer sentiment in my soul.