Rain on the Plain

 

Gloriously wild

Two rain storms’ dance performance

crosses dry, flat plains

Backdrop of blue sky, white clouds

I enjoy from a distance

 

 

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Wind Dancers

Megolithic daddy windmills

On one side of the highway

Smaller momma windmills

On the other side

Both groups swaying in

Their own wind rhythms

One baby windmill

Off by itself

In the distance

With the cows

 

 

The Ancient Modern Dance

(I saw this yesterday while out and about and looked for descriptive verbs using the alphabet.  To make it work I had fix the w-word and invent an x-word…)

 

Streets shiver shimmer with attacking, billowing, clip-clopping, dancing, enveloping, flip-flopping, galloping, hampering, inverting, jumping, knocking, loping, montaging, nestling, overwhelming, prancing, quickening, racing, snapping, tapping, undulating, vamping, whirlwind-ing, xilitating, yammering, zipping leaves of all sizes, shapes and colors and when they stop to rest, a brilliantly colored quilt blankets the usually gray stage; but not for long, ha, they catch their breath again, that ancient yet tireless modern dance troupe called The Fallen Leaves…

I love this time of year!

Tam Raynor