These Suburban Streets

Morning sunshine illuminates

The bright green feathers of new leaves

On the mesquite trees that line the street,

White-winged doves fly and call

In the pale blue vault above,

In the distance the traffic hums a morning tune,

—the song of a new day,

Along the pavement the springtime flowers nod and sway,

The morning breeze teases me and ruffles my unruly hair,

I pass my neighbor in the street,

We are not going anywhere,

It’s just a morning stroll along these suburban streets,

It is a way to greet the day,

Until the smell of fresh-brewed coffee calls me home.

I take my cup into my walled garden and sit

With the roses and the birds.

~Kathie Adams Brown (April 13, 2013)

NaPoWriMo 2013 Day 13 Prompt: Take a stroll and write a poem about it.