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 –
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