Your Birthday Poem

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

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