It's time to take a slow autumn walk
through dense woods
to praise God for the amazing beauty
of His creation?
SYMPHONY
OF THE WOODS
I meander through
woods
along a beaten
pathway in North Jersey
and the music
begins immediately
There’s chittering
of crickets
and the cacophony
of other insects
that are hanging
on to life
until the frost,
which will come soon
Leaves rustle in
the trees
some whoosh past
me
as they fall to
the ground
and there’s a
crunch
of dry ones
beneath my feet
I hear an
occasional snap of a twig
and the scamper of
squirrels
or chipmunks, a
raccoon
or field mice
scurrying unseen
up and down tree
trunks
or frolicking in
the dense brush
There may be
hidden deer or a bear
Some sounds I
cannot identify
Birdsong
completely fills the air
all kinds of
birdsong—
chirps and coos
and warbles and
squawks
I even hear the
flutter
of wing flaps
Tying everything
together
is the faintest
whistling in the breeze
that feels
something like tinnitus
ringing in my ears
but it’s not
unpleasant
All the sounds
blend together
into Nature’s
symphony—
a serenade to my
spirit
as I stroll
Maude Carolan Pych
Maude Carolan Pych's book of poems
about the Birth, Death, and Resurrection of Jesus,
"Behold the Lamb...poetically!"
is available online at Amazon and Barnes & Noble.
www.maudecarolanpych.net
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