Spring

In the glow of Spring sun,
the soul softens in delighted warmth.
The heart shakes free its icy tendrils
and the body that once creaked and groaned
dances to a Robin's song.

copyright Sherry Obsheatz

Symphony of Storm

Black clouds flattened against an unrelenting sky

Fat drops, splat, splat, splat, an allegro
And wipers whoosh, whoosh, in perfect time
A cymbal crash splits the night air
Electric tendrils crackle and pop
Reaching hungrily across the horizon.

Splat splat whoosh whoosh
CRASH
Crackle crackle pop pop

Into the distance rolled this symphony of storm
The lively notes fading into a soft cadence


copyright Sherry Obsheatz