Sunlight trickled through the trees
tumbled lightly onto me
caressed my cheek with warmth
dappled my thoughts and senses

Awakened sparks in dewy moisture
left behind by sprinkler’s grace
and in steamy tears on my face

Remnants of joy’s expression
tattooing the cheeks
staccato rivulets

And, all the while, my spirit soared
brilliance conquers
in dabs and shifts
until tickled trees dance

Dena McKitrick
May 2018