Rain Dance Ii
May is warm,
energetic, enticing and embracing
singing rhythmic rhyme, melancholic melodies of spring;
in a change of weather flowing on the wispy neck of winds
fall the rain drops, cold and heavy in their spin,
petals loosen and release down to the earth below
a hundred buds open wide to the chilling flow.
The rain dance waltzes and sweeps its playful tango ballet
in the spread of flowerings on the edges end displayed
of cultivated hedges in a damp dove gray sky
revealing the fall of colors in the garden on the fly;
perfumed lilac lavenders and magnolias scent each breath of air
roses bud gently, tenderly exposed, well loved and well cared;
pinks peek out, deep, dark, delicate, intense flamingoes,
reds bleed crimson burgundy, in spicy velvet, tomato throws;
lacey pale orchids hold steady in cherry blossom rush and blush
beneath a stage of starlight dust, faded white pale ivory tusks;
colors of the rainbow slow dance,
a mix of colors given to whim and chance;
blue, green, yellow, orange and red
stretched in a row along the edges of the garden bed;
scarlet claret burgundies, touch the light rays of the sun and shade
with canary yellow saffron burning in amber mellow lemonade;
the hybrids rise taller, gangly stretching up overall in time
where olive cucumber mint, blends pine grass green, lemon and lime;
and the colors fade like distant aerial gavottes
grateful to the sun and rains for what the season caught.
It's the rain dancing in the end of May
nothing keeps the garden more happy and gay.
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