Adding a face to her sand angel – in all her ‘sandy glory’
What a gloriously evocative poem this is!
August (from ‘The Months’) – Linda Pastan
Barefoot
and sun-dazed,
I bite into this ripe peach
of a month,gathering
children
into my arms
in all their
sandy
glory,heaping
my table each night
with nothing
but corn and tomatoes.
babyjill7...Marilyn Griffin
August 23, 2015 at 11:57 am
sometimes …all fresh veggies is all you need or want!
anotherday2paradise
August 20, 2015 at 8:56 pm
Lovely poem and sweet angels. 😃
saymber
August 20, 2015 at 6:52 pm
I see TWO smiling angels! What a sweet picture and poem to describe it.