The window
is open,
let there be air.
The birds
are singing,
the breeze in my hair.
The chipmunks
are running
from here to there.
The cat
is napping,
leave me alone.
Springtime
Published
The window
is open,
let there be air.
The birds
are singing,
the breeze in my hair.
The chipmunks
are running
from here to there.
The cat
is napping,
leave me alone.
Autumn Siders 