Spring into action
Spring into action
Mechanically speaking
I grabbed
My Pogo stick
Learning to balance
Hopping up and down
Took many futile attempts
With narrow escapes
of bodily harm
When accomplished the feat
To an uncertain degree
I hopped from sidewalks
To streets
Bouncing up and down
With the stored energy
I build up
I began to feel like
A winded up toy
The only solution
If I wanted to keep
Hoping
Was to keep hopping
Snow Birds
Summer is over
September has arrived
weather changes daily
Days get shorter
Night get longer
Food shortage
Seasonal migration is upon them
Migrate to enhance survival
Time to pack up
and go south
Some stay behind
more food for scavenging birds
black vulture, woodpeckers, chickadees
They give a warm good by along with the worms and insects
As they make ready for their voyage
They sing their own songs
Some alarm calls, begging calls
flight calls
They journey all at once
each fly in their own groups
Distances vary, take days, or only one
Internal GPS
Total recall of land maps
The stars, suns
Sensing earth's magnetic field,
Birds stay with their own kind
Staking claim of territory
Going to the same place
and Return when spring begins
Music in the sky
Sitting outside
Enjoying the cool September evening
Eliminating the bugs,
Suddenly there was a disturbance in the atmosphere
As if the conductor waves the baton
And the orchestra began to play
Music in the sky had begun
Playing a song of their own
The cumulus clouds
Drifted near,
Accompanied by falling chords
Imitated the soft rain drops
Dancing in the air
Zeusaphone sparks flying in the air
Brought lightning bolts
From the sky
Touching the ground
Thunder Drum springs movement
And creates a continuous resonance
And the sound of thunder
Could be heard
Cumulus clouds
Brought cumulonimbus clouds
And heavy rain storm
And the Tibetan sing Bowls
Played on
The conductor’s baton
Continued to wave
The orchestra
Played on
As time passed
Lightning and thunder stopped
The tempo slowed down
The flute blew tiny rain drops
The conductor stop
Waving the baton
The music came
To a halt.
As I step outside
Zephyr brushed
My cheek
As it went by me
I looked up to the sky
And saw a rainbow
Wonder if at the end
Of the rainbow
There was a
Leprechaun granting three wishes
Or a pot of gold
Or just a symbol reminding us of a promise
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