Juliana Perdomo
@julianaperdomo.bsky.social
Kidlit Author and Illustrator
Poet 🌞
Ezra Jack Keats Honor 2023
Poet 🌞
Ezra Jack Keats Honor 2023
Cold and Warm.
Mamá covers her face, a wool embrace
chilled by winds that kiss every space.
I am always warm, instead.
Barefoot in the grass, that tickles as
I walk ahead.
The strawberries we picked,
in ruby bundles,
The bunny we met
I called him bubbles.
Mamá covers her face, a wool embrace
chilled by winds that kiss every space.
I am always warm, instead.
Barefoot in the grass, that tickles as
I walk ahead.
The strawberries we picked,
in ruby bundles,
The bunny we met
I called him bubbles.
February 5, 2025 at 5:21 PM
Cold and Warm.
Mamá covers her face, a wool embrace
chilled by winds that kiss every space.
I am always warm, instead.
Barefoot in the grass, that tickles as
I walk ahead.
The strawberries we picked,
in ruby bundles,
The bunny we met
I called him bubbles.
Mamá covers her face, a wool embrace
chilled by winds that kiss every space.
I am always warm, instead.
Barefoot in the grass, that tickles as
I walk ahead.
The strawberries we picked,
in ruby bundles,
The bunny we met
I called him bubbles.
Unexpected.
The traveling birds that fade into the sky,
I breathe slowly as I wonder why.
Why the blooms fold suddenly,
when the roots seemed so deep.
Why this moment can’t linger?
Why is it bitter sweet?
The traveling birds that fade into the sky,
I breathe slowly as I wonder why.
Why the blooms fold suddenly,
when the roots seemed so deep.
Why this moment can’t linger?
Why is it bitter sweet?
February 4, 2025 at 2:52 PM
Unexpected.
The traveling birds that fade into the sky,
I breathe slowly as I wonder why.
Why the blooms fold suddenly,
when the roots seemed so deep.
Why this moment can’t linger?
Why is it bitter sweet?
The traveling birds that fade into the sky,
I breathe slowly as I wonder why.
Why the blooms fold suddenly,
when the roots seemed so deep.
Why this moment can’t linger?
Why is it bitter sweet?