Wind chimes sing a song
Sun streams through the screens
On the porch
Crows cawing, wrens chirping,
winds of spring hum a low tune,
unusual temperatures.
Basking in sunlight
I teach my granddaughter
“I have a little shadow
That goes in and out with me.*”
She is only impressed
by the beautiful springlike day.
* First two lines of a poem by Robert Louis Stevenson