Poem #3 in honor of National Poetry Month, one per day, as promised…
 
The day is all blue
and white
and bright
with sunshine
and things blooming
and I sit
hearing the birds
calling from the trees
the living things
seeking to renew
their bonds with one another
and all of creation
is alive and buzzing
and I sit
and wish
for my own life
to be half as
exciting.