There’s so much brown mulch
Mulch stays on the ground, friends.
but there are little piles of mulch
on swings and slides
hidden in the crevices of the climbing logs
The logs are brown too
wood on wood is hard to see
but there are little piles of mulch

The gray track winds
around
crosses over the blacktop
and back down
a baby hill
Yes you can walk the track, friends.

Later we will line up to go inside,
along the black fence
For now jackets gather there
because it’s spring
Aren’t you cold, friends?
no matter the temperature they will take their coats off
when the sun is shining in April

That’s where the color starts to pop
Make sure you get your coats on the way in, friends!
purple jacket on the ground
a red sleeve
peeking out from under
a blue coat slung over the fence
a green hood
hanging on

It’s April, and I’m trying to write poetry. This is inspired by EthicalELA Color in Nature