Storm Flirtations

At 4:10…

How subtle the fretting of weeds along the fence.

By 4:15…

Afternoon shadows turn dark as they creep along the grass

4:35…

Skies remain blue

Yet no birds are seen

Butterflies have disappeared

Squirrels give but cursory glance at treetops

Resident ants are nowhere to be found

4:40…

As for the always active trees in the yard

Branches hesitantly move

In respect of something about to open up

Of which nature’s family seems still-frame-poised in time

Captivated with the deepened quiet of a true grand entrance becoming