Miles of miles
racing Spring south
into orange-blossom scented dawn
Veiled cyprus loom
wet and misty with alligator edges
Stovelit ghost stories
throb and tremble in the Blue Ridge
Morning’s curtain creeps
down the holler, trailing light
Hearts and homes open,
soul food for deep hungers
New friendships blossom,
old ones savored
across the table
from first course to last,
Dissolving into music,
Lullaby quiet,
loud as a thousand voices roaring back,
Dancers drumming new rhythms with their feet,
Grinning faces of all ages
hitting the groove
Music and dance a bridge we cross
to each other, and home again
© Donna Hébert, 2000, all rights reserved.