Front Lawn Flirt

The Sun is just a tease!
She twirls around
on the front lawn
enticing me to come out,
and dance on wet grass.
I pirouette
from mailbox to water meter cover,
do somersaults
over the hurricane fence.
A bucket full of pansies whispers
from petals to bees,
tiny wings grab
feathers full of air,
like rungs on a ladder
climbing for a safer view.
Dusk starts wiggling gray fingers
through the blond hair
of my dancing partner’s head;
she turns with
the flash of a smile,
then disappears
like never here.

(all rights reserved Pat Paulk 2006)