After weeks of agonizing over the turmoil in the Middle East,
here in America and throughout the world,
I figure we can all use a break...perhaps a walk in the woods
or at least one gentle autumn poem
about a walk in the woods...
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
Here are two of Maude's books of poetry:
"Wonderhoods," a memoir
"Behold the Lamb...poetically!"
The latter is available at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, CBD, etc.
www.maudecarolanpych.net
Beautiful… you seem to bring to life things that most people do not hear. Love 💕 this
ReplyDeleteThank you, Anonymous. That’s one of the things poets do. They awaken their readers to things they haven’t seen or heard. I appreciate your comment.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Anonymous. That’s one of the things poets do. They awaken their readers to things they haven’t seen or heard. I appreciate your comment.
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