Happy Easter!

We’re happy with two-tenths early this morning and hoping to be under the right thunder cloud today.

They gobble in the dark before daybreak
to the tinny sound of a light shower
in the gutter’s downspout, little waterfalls

of sound just out-of-sync, impromptu
choruses as I play solitaire listening to it rain.
Toms up-early, fanned and dragging feathers

in the wet popcorn flowers, drooping fiddleneck,
there is nothing more to do to improve
the moment, canyon sighing with gratitude.