Last night was scrub-sky time
lightning for light
thunder for admonition
rain to wash away all trace of the day
wind to dry off the wet branches

today is a bright day
clouds like spring lambs
chase and frolic with the wind
playing the trees and chimneys like harps
dusting all the corners

my dog
streets now cleaned
every pole a beacon of desire and remembrance
what’s a girl to do
with a multiple choice question

me the writer
observers of facts and fictions too
just feeling good
tree music in my ears
the warm sun promising Summer