Toes of a small girl
Feet tender and soft
Wiggling in the jet
Of the swimming pool
Walking across the yard
Early in the morning
Grass wet with dew
Tickles her arches
Chalk on the driveway
Bright colors and drawings
Dusty fingers and faces
Washed away by summer showers
A very tender, and descriptive poem. Easy to relate to. I especially love the up-close image of the toes in the first stanza, and how the poem ends with an image of childhood’s impermanence — chalk drawings being washed away.
Excellent title, too! (I think titles are hard to do.)