If a Leaf Trembles

If a leaf trembles 
birds like angels dart. 

Sitting out with guitar
on couch in impromptu 
outdoor green parlor 
under the Japanese maple. 

The air marine mid eve 
drizzle drops like notes 
in a slow waltz fall 
through the leaves 
into my dry curly hair 
small droplets subtle 
piecemeal for the birds 
talking, "Wouldn't a Joe 
pilus be nice for our nest."

Later a dark sleep rain 
summer wide opened 
window wet percussion on 
the roof leaves and walk 
a tale of early summer 
warm wet mysterious night. 

And in the morning door 
opened with coffee 
in hand awe greeted 
by a sparrow building 
nest in welcome wreath.