The Grandview Sidewalk Idle

Purple flees from pink, lay I on the brink. Yellow bathes in green, motley paints the scene. As the sun escapes, rest I on a traipse. To the fore it springs, hearty joy it brings. Speckled sparkles flare, idle eyeballs stare. In the distance, in the silence, dwells the mergence, dwells the substance. Colors fly, as hues vie, flanking nigh, rising high. Spreading forth its wings, the sun the day brings. ‘Cross the lenses, past the glimpses, a darkroom ambience gushes. I am rested; I lay feasted. This day up by Turtle Hill, my mind finds its wander still. Beach strawberry white, monkey-flower orange, and bush baccharis green make Grandview Park quite Nature’s spark.