It is warm today giving me time to sit and bask in the sun.
Gentle breeze lifted my hair;
A dried seed pod from the tree above floated down
To join the many other brown twelve-inch long pods littering the ground.
The skeleton of a backyard swing sat forlorn
Above the stepping stones I brought on the plane from Carolina.
No children now skipped upon the stones nor leapt into the once swinging chair;
Broken, it stood bare and alone, the frame waiting for a new occupant.
January 20, 2012