The Sun and Shady Grove

Saturday Mornings on Shady Grove,

the Sun runs fast over

the pavement. High-fiving the low

hanging branches

of trees who are just opening

their eyes.


The squirrels and birds

begin their business first,

finding food

and decorating time

with their songs.


The Sun is higher now

and the magnolias glisten

like the sea,

their shiny leaves

rocked by the breeze.


Sporadic traffic begins.

Cars and cycles driven

by men and women

lowering their visors

(those that have them)

to shield their eyes.


The Sun continues its ascent

and there spreads, like cool quilts, on the grass

our blessed namesake:

for these are the groves of shade.

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