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