Morning
sunshine illuminates
The bright
green feathers of new leaves
On the
mesquite trees that line the street,
White-winged
doves fly and call
In the pale
blue vault above,
In the
distance the traffic hums a morning tune,
—the song of
a new day,
Along the
pavement the springtime flowers nod and sway,
The morning
breeze teases me and ruffles my unruly hair,
I pass my neighbor
in the street,
We are not going
anywhere,
It’s just a morning
stroll along these suburban streets,
It is a way
to greet the day,
Until the
smell of fresh-brewed coffee calls me home.
I take my cup
into my walled garden and sit
With the
roses and the birds.
~Kathie Adams Brown (April 13, 2013)
NaPoWriMo 2013 Day 13
Prompt: Take a stroll and write a poem about it.
