A poem written for this beautiful April day.
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
their sounds of laughter, squeals of delight
filling the April air
when the yellow school bus
Copyright April 18 2016 Stacie Eirich