Wondrous weeping willows wallow near my windows
Outstretched reaching out to me, inviting me to explore the outside festivities
Frogs are hopping about croaking loud and free
Crickets chirping their way through the grass
Little Sparrows singing songs of solace spring searching for food
The Spring sprinkles are quenching our natural thirst
For hydration, saturation and satiation
Leaving us with a rejuvenating vision of Mother Earth
This magical moment of the year is where all once dead
Rises back up again
The sun is just careful enough to brighten our days
Without scorching our souls
I am at my most happiest during these celestial stages
Then Mother moon appears meandering about my garden
Shining her moonbeams across the pavement, sending dancing shadows across the gray stones
Wrapping her bright stars around my waist lulling me to sleep
But the storm makes its way beating against my window panes
Its thunderous clasps are to remind me that she is energetic as she is soft
I open my windows to her clamors
I welcome her showers
I bathe my spirit in her streams
As the moon cloaks my inner bearings
I learn all of their secrets
I learn the mournful roars and rumbles
I now know what it is to endure
Perfect way to start my Sunday
This reminds me of reading the romantic poets, especially when we were encouraged to read aloud with emphasis on reading slowly letting the words ring out. Different times you have the alliteration that “lets the tongue play” and then other times you have the rhymes which bring unexpected rhythms.
Your passion for night is lovely and light, breaking a stereotype of night poems being dark and only dark. I like your interactions with nature as well. You do not stay apart from the storm but “embrace showers” and “bathe in streams” even though many of this weekend’s storms wrecked great havoc. (As I wrote that, I realized the power of sharing a same-time writing experience. Another year, I would not have brought that understanding to the poem.) Even as you write of the mournful roars and rumbles, you embrace the night. Though it does not “darken” the night, your line, “I know what it is to endure” brings another dimension, even lesson at the end. I enjoyed reading this silently AND aloud.
I loved the playfulness in the rhymes. This had me mesmerized till the end, lovely.