There's a sparrow perched on the wrought
iron porch , a light blue dragonfly taking off from
the Sweet gum canopy flying in hard , eye -level over our perfectly
cut yard
The aromatic flora of Spring lies at every turn , the air
filled with the candy of stirring life , the sight of a busy Wild
Turkey hen this morning brought a brief smile
Cool air is shadow boxing the afternoon humid heat ,
rolling Crow laughter as they dine on a broken watermelon
feast
The first drummer of May is sounding the call for Alabama rain
Thick , whirling , untapped forces are being summoned , the nape of my
neck quickened with rising hairs , goose bumps run down both arms ,
the unmistakeable scent of petrichor has captured my presence with abundant
charm and siren song , the tree frogs come alive , quite aware of the 'goings on'
Much needed rain is coming up the valley , spilling down the pursed pastureland ,
caressing the scrub forest with blessed song , filling the arid basin of woodland
chemistry , refreshing the air of its pollen borne misery