Wednesday, March 09, 2005

with the trees

a warm breeze
drifts across the grass
over the figures
scattered

in the fragrance
of the flowers
even the clouds
delight

the petals
white like shells
a fence of trees
surrounds

i walk
across the way
to enjoy
the sense of spring

the birds
they chirp
loudly
as if to ask

"when is happy hour?"

2 comments:

Lily said...

happy hour is
usually
between 4 and 7
post meridiem

the drinks
and the food
are
as the birds say

"cheap cheap"

to be drunk
is bliss
however
i am not

now stuck like this
a new poet
deep in thought
and so angsty

Andy said...

oh dear! someone get this girl liquored up! that should take care of that angst problem. there is no angst allowed here! only mild depression.