Spring Afternoon

The wind among the trees, the sun behind a cloud. A peaceful day in my backyard is where my soul is found. It may not be too large, for fences it enclose but my whole world waits for me there for worries there run slow. Leaves in sunlight shimmer, the cardinal spreads it’s wings, the day frolics among the leaves, a garden cricket sings. Flowers aren’t yet blooming but summer’s drawing near. It gently whispers on the wind right there, beneath my ear.