by Kevin T McEneaney
Gently trickling rain on the windowpane
lulls one to sleep and dream of quirky things:
like butterflies dancing in fickle breeze,
bright sunny days on mountain-top vista,
walking at midnight beneath a full moon.
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An interlude of respite and silence
invites the burgeoning buds of April
to waver in gray wind and become dry
for an hour of two, then a rumble of thunder
promises to renew mild drizzle
that attracts eyelashes to ecstasy….
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A cardinal rests on a pliant branch
while a phoebe lyrically sings her song.
There is nothing like a shower in Spring
to encourage the heart and tongue to sing!
