Spring, again

Sitting on the back deck
basking the sun

I feel
my skin
absorbing
the warm rays

it feels
photovoltaic

I watch the sparrows
that live in the roof

land

and

cautiously

peck

at the bread I have left for them
(hoping as I did so that I was feeding them and not the cat)

If Tom had been here
he might have
grabbed the iPad
identified the birds
we could hear
and not see

if we’d been on the back deck together
we would have
pointed out the blue jay
as it landed in the elm in the garden.

This morning
on the back deck
in the sun

I felt it,
spring,
arrive
again.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *