Friday

Spring Dance


A thundering servant of the sky announced, proclaimed and crowned the night.  Jewels, scattering and crashing against iron-clad black, flagged a kingdom.  The first thunderstorm of spring has come.

The wind's interest in pink blossoms from two days past  last night grew to include everything vertical.  Dance or lay down seemed the clear instruction from these skies. The trees, exultant, danced.  The rabbit laid down.  And the birds congratulated themselves on the wisdom of a well-built nest.