Sleepy Heads

An orange sling cradles a child against her sun-kissed flesh, her
yellow skirt with red flowers hides her bare toes, dark hair hangs in
a braid down her back, brushes her elbows.
She bends to pluck peapods bathed in morning dewdrops.

On the line, a blue dress and white T-shirts stir while wild onion
and lush peppermint grab hold of the same breeze.
There are plants poking sleepy heads through spring soil; lavender,
sage, and parsley are scattered like maple seeds around her.

A small pink mouth hunts for milk like a fish in the lake's shadows;
she stretches and listens to her baby's breath against her breast.
She hears the song of fuzzy robins from a crab apple's tattered nest
waiting for their mother to return with warmth for bellies and tales
of flight.