Sunday soccer

Shades of blue
were soft winds
this day, anew
Carried in four
leaves of green
with bud in rho.
beauty, sea of see
Mayflowers bloom
then there's me
millions a mile
from my place
gathering images
in sing and play
six stringed bling,
walks for me, paint
acoustic tapestry
in a thump and run
back street delicacy
known as taking walks
these sunny Sundays
are held, breaking life
In, as constant promise
strife is not always.
winds blow color
in one form or another
breezed by belief...