the picnic

it's picnic weather, you tell her,
and she agrees.
she packs
a lunch for the both of us.
sandwiches, fruit,
sweet treats,
ice tea.
we spread a blanket
on the soft grass of spring.
beneath
a willow tree.
we listen to the birds,
we smile
and laugh, we eat,
we don't look at the time,
we have all
day, all our life now,
to be happy,
to be free, to picnic
beneath this glorious
blue sky,
in the cool and comforting
breeze.