Springtime

SPRINGTIME

The mechanical drone of the freeway is drowned out by the serenading birds.

The grass, a cool carpet for my feet and tickles my toes as it pokes through their gaps.

The cool breeze gently sweeps past and holds the temperature at a standard of complete perfection.

Flowers soak up their energy and then slowly, timidly poke out from their warm buds to color the world with blazingly passionate and brilliantly intricate colors and designs.

The air carries a scent of grilled hamburgers, the echoing sounds of the neighborhood puppies, and the baritone voice of an announcer broadcasting the early season baseball game.

The distant rainstorm strolls across the evening twilight and promises a night shower that will provide a peaceful patter on the tin awning.

The faint chatter of people dining outside at the corner café adds a baseline to the harmony.

The sun tries to catch a glimpse of its counterpart and stays with the world for a little longer to let it know it’s been a long winter and that it would light the skies for a few moments more.

A few more moments of catch,

A few more moments of a lazy snooze in the hammock, swinging to and fro,

A few more moments of the moist, tangy barbecue dancing on tongues,

A few more moments of the cool popsicle that glues hands together with its sticky syrup,

A few more moments of springtime.