Fifty Seven from Leaving Gardens by Annie Sea

57 and sunny...

Put away your umbrellas, the sky isn't gray.
Sun blinding through the window-
melts the sheets- time to start the day.
Find the sunblock
pull shorts out of their winter hideaway,
'cause it's...

57 and sunny...

Pump bicycle tires, cruise out into the street.
Friends or neighbors, grin at everyone you meet.
Smiling wide – taking shirts off.
Dudes mowing lawns
toes showing through flippy flops.
We still ain't sweatin',
but hey sun, we'll take what you got,
'cause it's...

57 and sunny...

Time to lay out and relax.
Time to sunburn your ass.
Let beams of light enter your eyes.
Celebrate the first time in three months
the sky forgot its disguise!

57 and sunny...

• Alternative
• acoustic
• blues
• female vocals
• jazz
• soul
• Portland