The Wonder of A Spring Walk: A Short 5-Senses Poem
- AndreaGrace
- Apr 30
- 2 min read
Updated: May 4
April was National Poetry Month. With that in mind, I was inspired to pen this little “5-senses” poem.

I take a short walk on this brisk spring afternoon and I wonder.
I pass my neighbors on the way down the street, greet them and comment on their beautiful daffodils. I wonder what varieties they are and how many hundreds line the fence around their vegetable garden.
I feel the sun shining down on me, warming my head as the wind cools my cheeks. I wonder if it will rain tomorrow and water the shrubs we planted today.
I see the golden plants lining the street and swaying in the breeze. I wonder what their names are.
I hear the birds calling to each other. I wonder what they are saying to one another and what species they belong to.
I smell the saltwater of the waves crashing just beyond the bend. I wonder if it’s low-tide and when my dog and I will be healed enough to walk the beach again.
I continue to taste the hummus and multi-grain crackers from my snack before I left home. I wonder what I’ll have to eat tonight on my date-night with my beloved husband of 30+ years.
On my way back home, I pass my neighbors again. This time they are working their soil. I wonder what they will plant this year. I also wonder how much editing I’ll do this afternoon on my new book about intergenerational engagement.
As I approach my driveway, I AM filled with a new buoyancy.
I AM grateful that I can walk so far this spring – remembering when I was in a wheelchair last year.
I AM grateful for Patti Russo, all she taught me about poetry and our collaboration on this Intergenerational Poetry Guide and the collection of intergenerational inspired-poems. (You can find these documents below.)
I AM grateful for seminary where I learned to be curious and wonder.
I AM grateful.




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