A Warm Spring Afternoon ITQ

Before the day turned into night, with pen and pad by waning light, my love of living at its height, I wrote of all within my sight. The neighbors’ kids were still at play, their last hoorah to this fine day. They’d romp outside till that last ray was gone. “Come eat,” they would obey. As last light filtered through the trees, a bird’s song and a pleasant breeze awakened sensibilities to Nature’s tendencies to please. My rhymes, begun that afternoon, were finished under stars and moon.