Wind In The Trees Poem by Elizabeth Shield

Wind in the trees
Pollen in the air
Water from the garden hose
Dripping from my hair

Tiny flowers in the grass
Stone swan by the gate
Sunlight slanting into rays
Only 15 past eight

Green grass in itchy clippings
Wire fence still barbed and sharp
A lonely tower standing
It's gate padlocked and dark

The wind a graceful dancer
She sweeps me off my feet
We smell like golden sunlight
As we twirl beneath the leaves

The sun is on the hillside
It's light has left the lawn
The time for dusk is starting now
The streetlamps flicker on

I lie down on the asphalt
So smooth and black and warm
Watching clouds on the horizon
Our first summer thunderstorm

A tidal wave of daffodils
The wind has hit the flower bed
The storm clouds pile up higher
A frightening thunderhead

Raindrops dot the sidewalk
The sun bids me adieu
I leap over the front step
And kick the front door too

The curtains flap and flutter
The wind chimes loud and clear
I mount the stairs at high speed
Pulling the covers past my ear

Sleeping summer thunderstorms
Sweet as bliss can be
The only thing that I could add
Is you, here next to me