© 2019 Barbara Grace Lake

A playful sun behind the clouds
Will brighten first, mark shadow next
Exposing bare lit shafts it shows
A promised summer heat to come
For now it shimmies, hides its glow
Exotic dancing at its best

In scattered rain thrown skipping rocks
Cavort across green catfish pond
Where hungry fish break surface calm
Surprising careless insect meals
Their bubbles rippling ever on
As part of nature’s spring ballet

Strong breezes call shy blossoms out
To blend their color with the wind
A field of swaying golden crests
Combining radiant colored rays
That in a dance of whirling hues
Expresses joy in coming spring.