A Dance Begins

A cloud forms in the now not so cloudless sky.
The wind answers, waking up the grasses.
A dance begins.

I stir from early morning sleep
to write these gifts of poems.
Another dance begins.

The stars hiding behind the light of the sun
wait patiently for their chance to be seen.
And another dance begins.

My heart waits for a love
underneath the gathering clouds.
A dance begins.