The Brook --------- sky, still and heavy before the storm wind stirs in the trees playfully examines the foliage brings a token for the brook to catch And turns it upon the surface as the prisms break, form, and spin laughter, joy, beauty, and humor the wind gently skims the brook one last time and heads off toward the lake horizon smooth and ponderous the brook pulls leaves down to its murky bottom cradling them there remembering the dance