In The Park, A Picnic Poem by Barbara James

Better to sit beneath a tree
than to stay in idle chatter.

shadows of branches,
sparrows to greet me
a few crumbs then sheer delight.

what a fine party!
fluttering wings
with sun behind!
birds on limbs
assess the scene.

Squinting squinting
up through branches,
through birds, through leaves
searching for some thing

And then I know

To me, this
is every tree I've ever seen
and the same blue sky
I've known for eons.