National Poetry Month: Life Poem

Yesterday's poem was a bit of a bummer, I know, so I'll try to lighten it up a bit. While writing Death, Life, Work & the Words In-Between, I learned that I tend to write pretty serious poems. Many of my students write about kale, the Illuminati, pickles, and raisins while others write about death, suicide, and serial killers. My poems definitely lean toward the latter, but this one isn't so bad.

"Morning Conversations"

Spring Day

A spring morning 

still in bed

with all of my loves:

the baby

the toddler

the partner.

A morning run 

after breakfast

under clear skies

still clean 

from the rain

of a few days ago.

A late-morning walk

for coffee

when the toddler notes

“It’s a beautiful day”

reminding you

that it’s a beautiful day.

A long nap

when we all sleep

and dream

and wake

taking a few moments

to reopen our eyes to the day.

An early bath in bright light

that floods our afternoon

and a cool breeze

under cloud-dappled skies

before an early bed time
on a spring evening.