In the wind

Puffy white clouds tumble past as a wave of steel blue, layer upon layer floats in the eastern sky. A badly needed rain teased us with passing droplets yesterday afternoon--falling in torrents in the night. By noon, the wind had dried all but a few puddles in the grass.

In the lush green pasture, the dandelions have turned their yellow heads to seed.


Ballerinas, toes pointed, reach out to catch a breeze.











I understand why there must be this rhythm of spring-
Wind and rain and wind, again.