SchiZ (Lee-Ann Azzopardi) writes

Sunday Morning Walk

The late morning lit up with blue skies

As the scent of a campfire clouded the air

We walked along the path noticing a woodpecker

Fighting a telephone pole for a morsel of food

The robins frantically searched

For their breakfast of worms underneath a tree

the shadowy prospects of finding any were impossible

Though they kept hunting

"They are the true indication of spring" I said

As we walked on

The cool, northeastern wind blew

And went through our t-shirts

We arrived at our cabin

With the warmth of our hot chocolates in hand

We took a relaxing breath

And watched the rest of the day seep by

Until we fell asleep in front of the window

Lovers in the Woods -- Arthur Bowen Davies