Sun shimmers through forest’s canopy.
Moon cuts path across ocean’s abyss.
Infant’s mouth opens to circle small,
pink tongue slides in and out and in again.
Girl grins, pumping swing as pigtails fly.
Puddles appear inviting all to splash.
Child’s momentary shock as bat hits ball,
then small feet fly to first.
Thick carpet of pristine snow
invites children of all ages
to lie down, swooping arms.
Create guardian angels among us.
Folks sway in jazz club,
hear saxophones mellow out.
Watch nimble fingers create piano riffs,
brushes rhythmically swish on snares.
In the midst of ever present news,
cacophonies of catastrophes.
Find space to feel lightness,
safe harbors for hope.
lillian the home poet 