Poem: Today at the Park

The park has come alive:
dogs sleep on the grass
children run on the playground
teens shoot hoops on the blacktop
fishermen cast at the lake.

The warm sun bears down
crickets chirp merrily
the breeze stir the budding trees
a couple sits on the bench
and watches the goings-on.

A writer sits in a shelter
records her impressions in a notebook
as the painter stands on the shore
easel and paints set up
captures a jumping fish on canvas.

It's springtime, for certain
and the earth unfurls from its sleep
person and wildlife alike stretches
and breathes in the warm air.
Difficult to realize that
it's only February.