Slice of Life/Day in a Poem (Day 30): Picking Up Sticks

(This is for the Slice of Life challenge, hosted by Two Writing Teachers. We write on Tuesdays about the small moments in the larger perspective and then all through March — every single day  …  You write, too.)

Spindly sticks gathered
off my elderly neighbor’s lawn,
remains of a storm come, and gone,
as she pops her head out
and asks, curious, What’s going on?

I’m wandering around, my arms
full of broken fallen wood,
telling her with a smile
about bonfire we’ll make,
when the weather gets good

Peace (among neighbors),

  1. I can picture this like a photograph, or a Norman Rockwell painting, your neighbor leaning out her door, you smiling back with your arms full of sticks. A bonfire does sound fun, especially if s’mores are involved…

  2. Wonderful! And this reminds me of the future bonfire a farmer has been assembling in his field since the last of the snow melted. Anticipation!

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