I consider lovely things:
birds chirping on high,
children's laughter in summer's breeze,
the exchange of honks
as Canadian geese hover overhead.
Yellow, red, and orange butterflies,
caress the light hours
while moths spy the dark secrets.
Goodness recedes as night nears
I elude the oil blanket
and enjoy mango pie
deep within my hooch.
In the distance
I hear various animals
playing without shame.
Sometimes I can even hear cooing.
I love my light hour adventures.
It protects me from things
that would caress me with sting.
Yes! It is delightfully warm and safe
in the light of spring.
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