deck chair
*out in the garden
warm day in april
the cold season is knocking
blue waxbills sing a chorus
'neath a dove's unique solo
and my grandson is drooling and babbling
his long walk through life has just begun
the smell of freshly-harvested roast peanuts
is in the air and even the dog can smell the goodies
life was meant for open air reveries
so on a day like today all my senses are heightened
and i have a zeal for everything; life is almost pristine again