Free to frolic through orchard in search of as yet unfounded treasure of freesia’s menseful petals, Parker Of Parka partakes in her prerogative of play whilst both over-skipping and squishing soil’s smarmy squigglers who dare not stay at bay. Spirit at light tills the seasom, amirite? ; )
Archive for December 2nd, 2021
Streaks of the sky.
If they are slanted rain, thanks for this anorak.
If they are comets, will a telescope atop a derrick provide a more fascinating view?
If they are daily delight-dashes, let us flatshare where windows are both wide and Windexed.
If they are starlights on peripluses around horizons, then soul is more than alright with the bright.
“Hi” to highest highlights. ; )