Right before the rain, the cat came, slinky soft,
curving around the corner of the house, arching a greeting to my ankles.
The clouds waltzed and tangoed across the horizon to the arms of the sun –
they danced and this is how it started.
The maples decided to give it a whirl,
little by little the lilacs and currents joined, ducking and bending each branch and leaf.
Winging away were a robin, a sparrow,
a goose or two, and a cardinal.
Rich! what-cheer, cheer, cheer! purty-purty-purty-purty
After the rain – plum blossom – sweet and heavy on the breeze
and I could swear I heard the earthworms, glistening through the grass roots.
Lilac gratitude goes to Simon from the Lawless Poetry group on Facebook.
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