Windy Days

A poem about self-inflicted isolation.

If it weren’t for my own intrusion,
I’d play like in an amusement
park myself right on a bench
and work with the Sun’s infusion.

The warming rays would bring me joy

from days back when I was a boy.

When Legos were my favorite toy,

my world was lemon bright. 

 
But, only because I refuse,
and live here as a recluse
do these windy days seem to bring
only the lone messenger bird’s wing.

Reviews

[Josie E. Cook M. A.]

Infused by the sun is nice and true
and relates to the fun of the day.
Windy days aren't my desire unless it is steamy out and the wind brings a coolness to it.
an added stanza might address the relation between these two stanzas to conclude this...just my thoughts on it.

[Brent]

Excellent input. I thought that the poem was cut off before it resolved that issue. I'll look into adding that extra stanza.

Thank you for your suggestion!