Monday, April 9, 2007

There is a storm brewwing outside tonight.

I can hear the trees brushing their shaggy arms against each other, and waving their scratch fingers through their hair. The chimes I hung in the tree outside our bedroom window, are playing a soft dancing tune. If I stare through the glass I can view the bats doing cartwheels in the cool night air.

2 comments:

Diane Dehler said...

You are such a poet, vanishing.

Mrs. M said...

Bats...ugh!
At least it's not a snowstorm....and don't you just love a good rain storm?
Very lyrical.