Like a gentle opening movement,

The rain begins.

Larger drops grow the percussion sound by

Dancing on the lake’s surface.


Leaves flutter like tingling bells

To the ground.

The little stream slowly fills and begins to flow

Like trilling cymbals.


In the distance mother birds

Tell their young ones to gather in,

Providing the flutes and horns.



As this long, exhausting,

Sleepless week of seeing red –

Red flags,

Frustrating red rage,

Bright red stop signs –

draws to a close;

I welcome nature’s call to rest,

And enjoy her symphony.


October 19, 2013

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2 Responses to Symphony

  1. Joan says:

    Beautiful, Janie. I especially love the idea of Nature’s symphony calling us to rest.

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