A Moment in the Garden
A robin thankful for my work
Pecks every clod of fresh
turned dirt
A dove call permeates the air
With tones of throaty sad
despair
The sun sits fat above the bay
Engaged in light and shadow
play
Scrub pines rustle in a gentle
breeze
As if shaking off the winter
freeze
Daffodils, tulips enjoying the
sun
Are living proof that Spring has
sprung
A moment in time to relax and
stare
As charcoal grilling scents the
air
Copyright © Joe Murphy | Year Posted 2014
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