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National Poetry Month | 2022
Simple Delights
found on a walk
In the quiet hours after households wake up and rush off,
I delight in the mid-morning walk along the quiet street.
Passing each house, they sing their particular songs.
The clatter of dishes in sloshing water, the clink of cutlery
reveal the simple household chore of washing dishes,
a delightful moment of the memories of sounds
outside my grandmother’s window.
A dog yips, children laugh and squeal in a backyard,
the sound of their delight fades on the breeze as I continue past.
The sizzle of something cooking followed by the wafting pungent smell
of the garlic, meat, onion, peppers follow,
a tempting delight for my curious stomach.
Bees and hummingbirds buzz and hum, busy in their delight
of a garden filled with an explosion of wildflowers.
Their sounds float on the sticky sweet perfume of deep red roses
gathered there too, blooming in the delight
of early summer warmth and a deep blue sky.
