Dream Sonnet with Invisible Beats

(if you are a form purist, read slowly and add invisible beats in your head)

4 am foggy,

storm chases

street light halos,

uproots forest.

Trees, like celery stalks

drift slowly overhead,

roots dancing free.

Daylight comes,

two mockingbirds pirouette

among pansies,

rise up on porch rail,

fanned tail and wings show

bands of bright as they fly,

roots return to ground.

11-29-20