5:00 text:
I’m home.
I’m not
Should I go back to work?
No. Just making copies for Monday. Almost done.
6:00 Home
Let’s go for a walk.
Let’s do.
Up the hill, down two blocks,
quiet neighborhood of 1930’s cottages
green lawns, no snow, warm, in March;
Turn north over the cable pedestrian bridge
Over dry Fiddle Creek beneath a canopy
of maples and pine
filled with chattering songbirds
across to Cole Park
and our conversation
stopped
drawn to the blue sky
blooming in the lawn
tying the earth
and sky as one
a pause in Spring for eyes tired of brown and grey
A gift of nature’s paintbrush after a long day.
Ah.
The Flower: Scilla Siberica
Photo: Scilla siberica by Sheri Edwards; CC
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Neat poem and beautiful flowers. I felt like I was on the walk, too!
Thank you.
Oh, spring is in the air in your beautiful poem. Oh how I wish I could see the brown beneath all the dirty snow! Still way too cold here in Connecticut. Thank you for bringing spring views to me!
I wrote “green lawns, no snow, in March” because your weather should have been ours! I can’t believe the snow you all had and we had none! Glad to bring you spring.
You really captured the wonder of happening upon an early spring flower wen you aren’t quite ready for it or expecting it.
Thanks. Glad I had my phone with me!
“Blue sky blooming” what an image that creates, then the bonus of your picture. Great poem to relive the walk after a long day of working.
Thank you. I love your recent “walk” for a slice! I commented there.