Swingset
one leg rocks
if you swing too high,
but mostly
its green and yellow seats
sit empty.
Treehouse
overlooking the world
it was never how I dreamed it,
but always somehow better.
Fire pit,
stones rolled over
to make the circle,
sticks brought over
to make the fires,
marshmallows brought over
to make the s'mores.
Picnic table,
painted yellow, but fading
it measures the snow
in the winter
and holds party food
in the summer.
Grill,
every winter,
it is piled with snow,
and every summer
it is piled with hot dogs
and veggie burgers.
Backyard,
full of snow,
soon to be full of animals,
full of memories,
soon to be full of spring.
Posted in response to the challenge Spring: Writing Contest.
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