Chair in the Yard

A cool spring breeze swept across my face as I sat in my chair with the dogs at my feet, just before nightfall. I reached over and touched a trunk and noticed the ridges and furrows in the bark.

I looked up at the pear, sheltered close to the house, and the century old apples, and the tall oaks and purple ash, and realized how much I love these trees.

I look forward to leafout a month from now, when I will sit beneath green canopies and see the breeze in their leaves. I will hear them whisper it, in words of spring and home, that I will understand, from my chair in the yard.