As I sit here

So quiet and so still,

I take the chance

To look my fill.


Beautiful blossoms perfume the air

And trees stretch tall and green;

A delicate drop of sun peeks through

To complete this enchanting scene.


With a gentle nudge

I move the swing

And listen to the birds’

Sweet songs they sing.


Time drifts by on a butterfly’s wing

As a soft breeze begins to blow,

And, although I come here often,

For now it’s time to go.


-- Vanessa Sgroi, 1996


*Painting By Susan Tsoupakis, 2003


Stories By Vanessa