EARLY, ONE SUMMER

('Let the soft animal of your body love what it loves'--Mary Oliver)

the morning sings
without words
in a low musky voice
as tiny birds stiffen
to listen
begin their shiver

slick silver aeroplanes
soar and soak
in this cloud- cloaked
music,
shining like fever
freely given

and the wind--
a crazy woman
in a red flouncy
skirt
starts to dance
and flirt
across leg
skin
and feather

all awaken
to dawn’s song
shake alert
to open within
shimmering
proud quivers
of beautiful tones

the beat pulses and pushes
its unscripted sound
through great and small,
frenzied forever
inside and around

in such magical buzz
and grand tuneful
seductive resound

thankfully we bow
to this wild
wild weather!