Be here now, in the moment.
Remnants of winter stray into the spring garden
Myself and the breeze chilling, chilled
Scents of possibilities arise from the earth
Chirps and tweets from nearby branches
I shouldn’t be here, in their domain
Plaintive cries careening across the sky
Seagull have such sad conversations.
Nature scatters random patterns
Sunshine breaks through the branches
Moss sprouts within the grass
Piercing softly through the blades.
Pigeons announce their arrival from the chimney stack.
Fur against fence as a feline forsakes the sunny spot
Scudding white clouds with grey underbellies
Shadows and light as they play peek-a-boo with the sun.
Temperature rising and falling with the game.
The feline returns, growling at imaginary foe
Then sits and stares at sister-cat in the sunshine
Queen of the Castle atop the barbecue
No room. No room.
Daffodil yellow straining to escape its sheath of green
Green spires from hidden bulbs
Shooting up through the soil.
What did I plant? I forget.
Surprise for later.
Brrrr. More clouds gather in cold communion.
Chilled and chilly I seek indoor warmth.