I can’t wait till summer

I can’t wait till summer,

for the barbecues

The watermelon with juice that runs down your chin

The bike rides

The road trips that last for days

The cousins, aunts/uncles, and grandparents

The pools and beaches

The heat and the sun

But that might have to wait considering what

Corona has done.

Pansies

Purple, pink, yellow

Petals as soft as velvet

Drifting in the wind.

Snowflakes

Falling from the sky

Snow Boots crunching the ground

Catch them on your tongue

H

My Room

• Bed Made

• Tapestry hanging, giving privacy

• Side table cluttered

• Bookshelf, packed

• Loft, covered with a thin blanket of cat hair

• Bean bag, full of a sleeping cat.

The Hawk

There sits the hawk,

Perched on a thin branch

Hidden with lush green

Leaves. His head turns

Looking out for pray,

two big brown wings spread out

And with the blink of an eye

He is gone.

The Baby Bird.

He sits

Still

Crammed in the corner

Of the big cement wall

Without a single movement

He sits “rustle,rustle”

His parents have

Come

From behind the branches

They appear

And flutter down

To where the baby

Bird sits

Still

Without a single movement.

My small poem: the small white flowers

the small white

Flowers

Resting on a tree

Swish

A gust of wind goes by

They wake up

And start moving rapidly

The branches start to shake

As if they are

Scolding the flowers

For sleeping in

Too late.

The Halloween Incident,

We walked up the stoop

Our bags were full of candy

I Opened the

Door to the lobby

Only to find

Nothing

The bowl of 4 bags candy

We were going

To give out

Was

Gone

All the m&ms,

Milkyways,

Sour patches,

Twix,

And gummies

Were Gone

The sounds of the back yard

The sounds of the backyard,

The squirrels digging in the dirt

Trying to find the seeds they hid last winter

The sounds of the backyard

The little sparrows rustling in the lush

Green

leaves

The sound of the backyard

The hawk

Screeching

And calling its young

Telling them its got food

The sounds of the backyard.

The Rock Garden:

The fragile white petals

From the tree above

Flutter down

Upon the rock garden

Full of the new days light,

The bright colors

Light up the yard

And can be seen

From a long distance

The birds chirp

And the squirrels

Run

And jump

From tree to tree

Making the fragile white petals

From the tree above

Flutter down

Upon the rock garden.

Protest

Black lives matter

Black lives matter

Black lives matter

We walk

Surrounded by people

Holding signs

And chanting

Around prospect park

The hundreds of people

Circle

Still chanting

Black lives matter

Black lives matter

Blacklives matter