“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Showing posts with label sounds of seasons. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sounds of seasons. Show all posts
Sunday, October 4, 2015
Symphonies of straw
A pin
A needle
in a haystack
A drop
in a bucket
A leaf
on a tree
falls
falling
fell
leaves
leaving
left
with a thunder-
ing roar
A tree
bends and peels
shaking and quaking
in its earthy bed
shedding leafy sheets
turning the page
the orchestra tunes
its instruments for Autumn.
Image by By Rosendahl [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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