through the open door
across my room sunlight spills. . . .
robin redbreast trills
the scent of blossoms
carried on April’s warm breeze. . . .
our first hummingbird
among red flowers
where my daughter twirls her skirt . . . .
a butterfly flits
in late afternoon
laughing in our garden spot. . . .
a bluebird singing
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2012
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