Spring Afternoon

A poem written for this beautiful April day.

Spring Afternoon

Quiet birds chitter-chattering
leaves rustling, trees swaying gently
fat white clouds moving, drifting across
the soft blue sky.

A wind catches my papers, blowing them across
freshly mown grass, the scent of it
heavy in the warm air.

Bright pink flowers blooming
a small green lizard climbing the chair
next to mine, creeping fast.

A breeze blows the empty swings
awaiting children
their sounds of laughter, squeals of delight
filling the April air
when the yellow school bus
arrives home.

Copyright April 18 2016 Stacie Eirich 

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