~Concert
~
The whippoorwill's call
Echoes thru the trees
And the sun gently
Pulls up anchor.The tide of the day
Moves outward,
Retreating with
The sun's warmth
In its grasp.Flower petals fall
And from the cornfields
I hear
The black crow's "caw"...
The field mouse doesn't care.There is a quiet
More musical
Than any song
As dusk touches
The world with
Purple velvet fingers.There's always time
To be grateful
From the tree's
Point of view.Drinking the last
Morsels of light,
Their leaves
Waving hello
To the night...
Squirrels nestled within.Moonlight approaches
On the heels
Of the green frog's journey,
Finding a point of vantage
For his nightly chorus.All musicians in place
Under Gaia's moonglow face...
Her starlight baton raises
And the symphony begins.MEH/Copyright 1997
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