Arise before dawn
Wrapped in a scarf of dewdrops
A pathway well worn
In pale concrete carpeting
Broken by gifts of music.
Tag: music
A steady winds’ song
Quiet strings in a full world
Listen close my friend
For it is not a solo
But a forest symphony.
crickets by the pond
playing tiny violins
without sheet music.
to me the notes are lovely,
but what do the crickets hear?
Greetings! Come in! Drink!
Now is the season for mugs,
Together they sing,
Raised high and filled with sunlight.
“To the spoils of Autumn!”