A sunny Sunday morning in Los Andes Park, Buenos Aires City.

Today I went out to buy some groceries, but on the way I get lost in the park. And this are my recollections:
The crunch of the first dry leaves.
The parrots competing with the pigeons in the treetops.
The rhythmic whistle of the swings.
The barking of dogs chasing each other.
But, above all, I felt the sun dripping, creeping, passing by, licking, shining through the still green branches.

Publicado por Spanish Teacher *BA Arg

I´m a teaching professor and a literacy specialist in Buenos Aires, Argentina.

4 comentarios sobre “Perception

  1. I live the images in your poem, but I had to pause for a moment and remind myself while you’re moving into fall we’re moving into spring. I love the contrast and reminded that the world is big and we’re all experiencing it as individuals.

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