Summer Solstice Reflection

 

   

Summer Storm

Sudden darkness at midday

Swiftly followed by thunder claps

     and sheets of rain.

Grateful trees bow their branches

Until their gratitude stretches

To the point of fear,

But trust remains

As water and wind become

     the only audible sounds.

Stillness comes as the sun breaks through.

Humidity ebbs and flows

     in invisible eddies and swirls.

A wasp circles a carefully offered blossom

While the mocking bird sings

     every song she knows.

Up on the wire,

A dove dries her rain drenched feathers,

Stretching out her wing

With the grace of a ballet dancer –

A grace not often seen in a dove –

A grace neither sought nor dwelt upon

As she whiffles through the air

On dry wings.

                                               

                                                     ~ CK

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