TO FEEL…

the smell of rain in the air

the avian orchestra tuning the timbre

of their instruments —

when the rain finally fell

it was like a

fine fibrous curtain

…THE GANG’S ALL HERE.

Two tall thin isolated Rabbits

Sitting up —

considering…

The Frog squats in the puddle, bellowing,

basking in the sunlight…

A slim Mockingbird perched

on top of a street light is

questioning…

Two frighten Cats are trying

to hide…

A young Starling

lifting its slight wings

trying out its voice

joyously…

Who’s dancing…

Glorious green feathers, a hint, a breath,

Hummingbird fluttering near the flower’s mouth,

Frenetic soft-shoe [heartbeat] long beak sipping —

Tempo upkeep —

And this bit of a bird whirls off,

Blink of an eye.

Gone.

Red-Headed Woodpecker

Hammering —

Stirring up the blood

Invitation to the dance…

A cat is walking through the grass;

A tango’s developing.

Bright stars in the during, together the Seagulls fly.

Theirs is a syncopated melody. 

A one and a two and

The old woman swayed within as she walks –

Listening.

A TREE’S JITTERBUG

Chlorophyll spiraling outward

The tree trunk monk’s inner dance –

An avalanche –

Buds, blossoms, green leaves, branches;

Hymns of limbs, thick sticks, a sprig of twigs

THE TREE’S CRESCENDO

Spring’s warmth

Welcome.

—-

Lean back against the bark, the body and look

UP at the sky through the curtain of treetop accessories.

—-

When a tree limb grows crooked is it on a whim?

—-

Is the loot of my root worthwhile?