Breezes of fairy wings flutter ash, willow oak

and bamboo leaves,

Chase final days of March off stage.

A large willow branch, fallen by a storm,

dominates left garden area

Daffodils, as full of tears as I, hang

heavy heads along the garden walk.

Hyacinth and crocus have faded and

Candytuft is on stage.

A robin, contemplates bird affairs –

Planning a nest and worm stalking.

Far right, deep-pink blooms of the red bud

peek through a dogwood tree curtain.

Tree shadows appear and disappear, like

dancers cued by the sun, which is

Intent on dispelling storm-clouds and warming

and drying the damp earth.

Watching this drama, after last night’s

violent storm, I know

My tears will dry, my hope return and joy

will fill my spirit once again.

Beauty, like spring flowers will replenish

My life’s stage once more

I pray for gentle rains and for safety –

when other storms arrive.

~ Sybil Austin Skakle