A Warm Day Between Cold Spells

Oct. 16, 2012

A Warm Day Between Cold Spells

A warm day in October
     on the shores of Lake Michigan.
Timid townies peep out their dors,
     waiting for a frigid wind
     to blow down the day.
But for once,
     the wind is still.

It's a miracle!

And suddenly the doors burst open,
     windows nearly broken
In a mad rush outdoors.
Children stare agape
     as all their parents
          peel off their coats,
     start dancing in the warm sunlight.

The air is filled with stained glass shards,
     yellow-red-gold
          still clinging to the trees,
Catching the sun,
     refracting it
          millions of billions of ways,
     'til the Tuesday atmosphere
          is all color
               and dance.