It’s red in the west
And purple and deepest blue
That’s almost black.

The wind chimes clang
A warning I choose to delight in -
It’s storm season.

Oklahomans know
When to take cover and when to take
Pics for the news.

The air has a taste,
A zest that seasons each springtime
Memory I have.

Like mowing the lawn
And hearing the frogs in the evening,
It feels like home.