Sunshine!

 Sunshine!

It is dappled at first through the trees with leaves sparking-wet from days of rain.

Then, as it tops the highest branches, a blaze unmatched in the heavens.

Sunlight shimmers on the waters of the pond, still wavy from a mallard visit.

An oriole, a small sun himself, displays his brilliant orange, as if to say, “I am the Sun Bird.”

After hiding in sodden robes so long, Old Solius today is in his full glory.