A moment, sitting in the sun:
My cat circles my legs begging to be petted,
The beagle sniffs and smells and digs into the new exposed dirt.
The rustle of dry leaves being blown by the breeze,
The sound of neighbor’s chldren playing in their yard,
Is that a robin call I hear? Maybe now she can find worms,
Thin strands of green chives rise up in defiance of winter,
The sun’s warmth lulls the book our of my hand, eyes close, breath deepens,
Just a moment respite to enjoy.