The yellow sun smiled down
on the glistening, green grass
and the reflective surface of the pond.
did not yet have many visitors.
The morning fog was only just receding,
the occasional squirrel arising
The park was small,
with only two cobblestone paths and
four smooth, light benches.
On one bench sat a girl.
Above her head, a baby bird chirped.
It was nested in a tall tree,
a guardian tree,
with bright green leaves.
As it awoke, singing joyously,
it shook the branch.
A leaf fell loose
and fluttered down.
Small but somehow beautiful,
the leaf landed on a slip of paper
beside the girl
that was covered in ink that whispered
words of longing and admiration.
A light breeze blew the leaf away,
right on top of a new arrival:
a red tennis shoe, on the outside of a foot,
part of a man making his way to the bench.
And the sun
continued to smile down on the park.
A/N: A poem for my Intro to Creative Writing class. We were instructed to write a poem about someone sitting somewhere. It would appear I was in a good mood that day.
C. E. Taylor