A City Park

by Emily Page

Midday sun beats down,
Warming through winter wool.
Work weary footsteps lead me away
Far from the hustle.

Tall buildings embrace me
A moment in the shadows.
Eyes blind a while, adjusting to bright light.
Sunshine filtering through gentle trees.

A warm bench,
Wood polished and worn
There have been others before me.
Trees rustle gently in the warm breeze,
The sweet sound of birdsong
Mingles with the laughter of children.

A bell rings. Playtime is over.
I sit, still and warm and resting,
Alone with my thoughts at last.

© Emily Page

8 Comments to “A City Park”

  1. I really like this one. Feel like I’ve just taken a walk in the park.

  2. Reblogged this on Books Make Me Happy and commented:
    I really like this poem.

  3. Thank you for taking me there.
    Russ

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