Easy Walk Poetic Bloomings

 It’s So Easy

 

It’s so easy

to walk around the house,

gathering the trash

in one big bag,

setting down the bag,

replacing all of the little bags,

slipping on my slip-on shoes,

putting on my jacket,

grabbing the big bag,

going out the back door,

feeling the sun on my face,

walking up the drive,

unlocking the gate,

flinging the bag in the can,

saying hi to the barking neighbor’s dog,

locking the gate,

walking back down the driveway,

feeling the sun on my shoulders,

walking around the back yard,

checking on the autumn condition

of my bushes and flowers,

entering the house,

wiping off and stepping out of my shoes,

and taking off my jacket,

that I wonder why I procrastinate,

and even pause to write a poem about it?