Warm Up

I really do not know what to write
Outside the pastel-striped umbrella is soothing. It is there
Where it always is above the table
The table that waits patiently for the hosting of fun times
For a group to gather round it, sharing
Above the tree limbs branch against
The blue sky leaves flutter here and there like bits of old confetti
Drifting long after the party has ended
A memory of celebration clinging still against the winter bark
While spring begins to push anew the green buds of
The fresh cycle begun