The clarity of empty hours;
when the sky is macaroon cream
indescribable takes hold of reins—
I am floating, for the promise of July
has come to fruition,
there is no telling what is or isn’t possible;
won’t you celebrate with me?
Photo credits: Close-up of Chocolate Muffin, Pexels.
Merril hosts at dVerse and the word is “celebrate.” Come join us! ❤️
Posted for Quadrille #155: Let’s Celebrate @dVerse Poets Pub