Lois Elaine Heckman

The sky is splatter painting hillside walks
and making them a path of polka dots
the gliding leaders of returning flocks
can follow to their springtime nesting spots.

Their chorus blends
into the patter from
cascading drops
of promises

encouraging tomorrow’s flowered trails,
the winking shade of leaves, gauze butterflies,
and kisses sought in sheltered alcoves, when
the sky is splatter painting hillside walks.