End of a one-note day
trees stand undecided
before lurching into dance
in a sudden shower
then stopping in a jiff with the rain
as if started on the wrong beat.
Rain again—one tree in a circle
moves, jump-starting others
for a full-on downpour
dashing yellowed leaves to dirt
as live twigs waving wet green
shoot down helter skelter—
taken, swept away, by the spirit
charged with water’s drumming.
