Husband in front,

daughter in middle,

I behind as we walk.

Two dogs stopping

to sniff here and there.

Pines and fir trees

keep watch, lining

the path like sentinels.

Outside noise softened

by pine needles

on the ground.

Pollen everywhere.

A cherry tree

gently drops its

petals like snow

drifting down.

Redbuds and dogwoods

in their Easter finery,

purple clover popping

in the green grass.

Swings that make 

music as we pump, 

taking us back 

to the forgotten

joys of childhood.