Park Decisions

I'm free, liberty,
I didn't do anything,
just thought,
why was it so easy?

I sit on the bench,
suns first warmth,
trees are still naked,
but I feel spring.

Willow fronds sway gently,
a lone daffodil sits bowed
at the foot of the oak,
others more sociable,
together, nodding knowingly.

A scattering of crows caw and shuffle,
I feel the breeze
winging my thoughts on a whim
decisions are riding.

The outside is coming in,
cars hoot and toot
wheels spin past
conversations hang.

Time to rise
and rise.

Poetry by shells
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Written on 2016-03-18 at 01:24

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I love the descriptions in this... paints the moment so vividly. I felt like I was the one on the bench observing and contemplating on my surroundings and what's going on there in contrast to what's going on inside. There's a sense of calmness about it even if the outside world can most of the times kill it. Very nice, thanks.

The solace you enjoy is tangible, I particularly live the idea that the daffodils you encounter prefer to be sociable.