Tricks of the Sun

After the storm- a strange light descends, bathes the world outside in an eerie glow, painting winter's black bark a weird iridescent green. The clean air hums with frog-song. Late afternoon sun highlights stubborn raindrops, clinging underneath thin, bare branches. Brown leaf clusters, gracing nature's oddity- the pin oak tree, back-lit by the sun's zany tricks, glow like giant orange bouquets. I listen to the drip, plop, drip from roof-lines and downspouts, and my spirit soars- invigorated, renewed, in tune with Mother Earth.