Today I walked over to the RV parking area
on Georgetown Road, outside of the Speedway.
It was my first visit this spring to a grove of trees
which over the years, following the lead of the sun,
swayed to the rhythm of wind and time,
and acquired curved, undulating trunks.
This morning, the sun cast their dancing shadows
on the new grass, gamboling in place
to a lifelong dance, following the beat
of the seasons.