Mary Mayer Shapiro

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