The flowers are out

I see the flowers
come up in the yard.
in bunches.
who put them there?
all colors
are welcome.
all scents are respected
and admired.
the bushes
are full,
the tree strong
again.
laughing green with
its leaves.
I look out the window
at this small square
of yard,
the squirrels at it,
the birds
on the wire.
the chair that i'll
sit in as the sky
cools,
with book, with drink,
with music.
come on over,
let's be kind to each
other.
let's watch the moon rise
into our eyes.