A Sunday afternoon
Strawberry plants indignant, straighten their skirts;
I push them aside despite the excited blushes.
Sleepy young berries look up pouting green,
smiling, I tuck them all back into bed.
Quietly I move away, pacing myself
to the sounds of their little snores.
Strawberry plants indignant, straighten their skirts;
I push them aside despite the excited blushes.
Sleepy young berries look up pouting green,
smiling, I tuck them all back into bed.
Quietly I move away, pacing myself
to the sounds of their little snores.
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David Dumais was born in 1965, Has received academic awards for his Artistic talents, has had short stories published and illustrated in an anthology from Antarctic Press. Artist, writer and poet, David puts his heart in all his works believing his best pieces share an emotional canvas. David lives with his loving wife whom he has adored since Jr. High and his son who is growing up too fast for his liking and should slow down.