When, what to our wondering eyes should appear,
But a dancing sky show in the wild blue frontier.
“Stay up there,” I said as I made a quick dash,
Inside our house for a camera with a flash.
Lilting lusters of leaves looked like fresh-falling snow,
And they rained down all over the raked grass below.
I nestled my back on the combed soft earth bed
While visions of twirly birds swirled in my head.
And then, in a twinkling I saw high in the sky,
A jet coursing up like Santa’s sleigh flying by.
My eyes–how they sparkled! I felt so merry!
Enwreathed on the soil, rich with leaves of cherry.