Poems From The Porch

The clouds are parading high this morning,

their wisps like waves to the crowd below.

The wind is roaring its applause through the trees in response.

The Grand Marshall makes his appearance

in bursts of rays that shine brightly,

then fade away.

A band of birds is providing the musical performance,

with a majestic hawk crisscrossing the sky as drum major.

The special event that we are celebrating

is the arrival of this day,

the one you are experiencing now.

Standing together, with open hearts and hands,

we receive the sweetnesses that are distributed

in the procession of each moment

until tomorrow arrives

and the parade begins again.

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