Poets and artists published in Spectrum Online Edition: September Song are invited to read in the patio of Rosebud Coffee on 2302 E. Colorado Blvd. in Pasadena or at the Saturday Afternoon Poetry Zoom meeting on Saturday, September 17th between 3 and 5 pm PDT.

Saturday, September 10, 2022

Mary Mayer Shapiro

Music in the sky


Sitting out side

Enjoying the cool September evening

Eliminating the bugs,

Suddenly there was a disturbance in the atmosphere


As if the conductor waves the baton

And the orchestra began to play

Music in the sky had begun

Playing a song of their own


The cumulus clouds

Drifted near,

Accompanied by falling chords

Imitated the soft rain drops

Dancing in the air


Zeusaphone sparks flying in the air

Brought lightning bolts

From the sky

Touching the ground


Thunder Drum springs movement

And creates a continuous resonance

And the sound of thunder

Could be heard


Cumulus clouds

Brought cumulonimbus clouds

And heavy rain storm

And the Tibetan sing Bowls

Played on


The conductor’s baton

Continued to wave

The orchestra

Played on


As time passed

Lightning and thunder stopped

The tempo slowed down

The flute blew tiny rain drops


The conductor stop

Waving the baton

The music came

To a halt.


As I step outside

Zephyr brushed

My cheek

As it went by me


I looked up to the sky

And saw a rainbow

Wonder if at the end

Of the rainbow


There was a

Leprechaun granting three wishs

Or a pot of gold

Or just a symbol reminding us of a promise


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