The Stirring Hour
Something is a-stir outside.
The screen door flaps and bangs insisting that some
“thing” is about to arrive.
The children sense it!
They can smell it!
They are enlivened by it!
The clouds would like to scream back— yes, yes
we are rushing, racing, hurrying as fast as we can.
The anxious clusters of maple leaves tremble in the warm updraft;
their pale Veined Underskirts quivering.
Some free ones dance—frenzied little dervishes swirling about the lawn.
Magically the maple exchanges her moss-colored old cloak
for a new-green one.
The air has turned an eerie hazy hue.
It is coming!
The sky blotches into an inky blue-black broiling mass
dismissing that eerie greenish air with contempt.
And the tempo mounts to a feverish pitch as the wind
howls crabby and mean.
The screen door smacks and keeps time.
They are coming!
Thunder claps!
Miss Maple takes her bow, stretching her arms
throwing kisses to her audience.
Inside the house lights blink on one by one;
such a cheery contrast against the moaning sky.
The street lamps think about it too.
Stage lights flash and silhouette the shrubs.
Soon raindrops clackety, clack in big splotches on the sidewalk;
drops slapping and plopping on leafy fronds.
The Children run gleefully from window to window
squealing with delight at each stormy outburst.
They say the angels are bowling up in Heaven now.
It is here!
The Stirring Hour is here.
They are coming!
The children are coming.
The Dad throws over his shoulders the old plaid cotton blanket.
Out to the porch he strides, posting sentry there on the steps.
They come flying. The children: Mary and Tommy.
They snuggle. Each child close under the Dad’s awning wing;
bright eyes peaking out of their cozy tent--
ready for the stories on the stormy stage.
Stories of olden times, of Uncle Philo, of Auntie Lane and all the others.
The story hour has arrived.
It is here!
2 comments:
I love your Tommy and Mary stories, keep them coming. congrats you are a blogger!!
OH MY GADS!!! YOU NEED TO PUBLISH, GIRL. IF ONLY FOR POSTERITY... AND A FEW CLOSE FRIENDS, OF COURSE. um hm..
SERIOUSLY, TAKE ME AT MY WORD HERE AND GIVE IT SOME THOUGHT. HAVE YOU JOINED A WRITERS GUILD? DO YOU HAVE SOMEWHERE YOU CAN TAKE YOUR WORK AND READ IT PUBLICLY? YOU REALLY NEED TO SHARE SOME OF THE GREATNESS OF YOUR SPIRIT WITH A LARGER AUDIENCE, MARY.
THIS IS TOUCHING AND ENTERTAINING AND UPLIFTING AND FULL OF THE BEAUTY OF A LIFE SHARED WITH LOVED ONES. IT'S WORTHY OF PLAGERISM. joke, joke. BUT, YOU KNOW PEOPLE ONLY WANT TO STEAL THE BEST.
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