That Drowsy Feeling

She lilts as sun spins to her other side
Rivers of “blood” move into her heart
Bringing with it a coolness that triggers events

“You again”, she says. “What can I do for you?”
“You know. Just do whatever you do.
No expectations.”

“I like you. You’re easy.”

The music begins and slowly starts the crescendo.
Blackbirds panic in perfect harmonious murmurations
Clouds can’t decide whether or not to stay for the whole show
But we’re ok with that, they always end up contributing
Woodwinds blow through triplet leaves in perfect step
Songbirds strike out in dance, eating gnats and flies
And percussive rustles in hidden shadows offer sweet backup

“Lovely, lovely!” I blurt like an unruly audience member.
Everything stops for a second. She smiles.
Behind the acoustic wall of mountains
Clouds have joined in, dispersing sun’s energetic offerings

Sky on fire, sky on fire!
Reflected glory, blood cells in her heart
It’s all just too much, this orchestra of masses
Organized, seemingly chaotic, symbiotic

Within minutes, the wave returns to its ocean
A brief silence broken only by wind’s persistence
Wind hates to stop the jam.

“How’d we do?” she asks.
“Brilliant, as usual my dear. Thank you.” 
I bow to her.
“See you tomorrow?” she asks.
“Of course.”