On this lovely afternoon in early Spring
I hope you hear the robins singing
And the conversations of the ravens
Croaking to each other croaky corvid things.
May you also see the crowns of oaks
and maples blooming into green and
watch tulips and narcissus stretch their
fingers up towards stars we cannot see.
And speaking of the heavens,
I hope that on this afternoon you’ve found
a little time to sit alone — a book, a sip of wine–
beneath a placid sky with perhaps a cloud
or two and with sufficient time
to paint your toenails blue.
© J.M.Keating, 2012