Sunday, 11 February 2018

The Pleasure of Sounds

The symphony of cicadas,
conducted by calendar, not hormones

The conversation of trees,
discoursing branches batting pros and cons back and forth

The raucous romp of rain,
gurgling and gargling its journey down the gutters

The aria of birds
rivaling a heavenly choir

Sausages on the barbeque,
arguing with snap and sizzle

The peals of playing children,
their lilting laughter calling to Evensong

The weekend reprise,
either boisterous pandemonium or quiet somniloquy

The humming of my wife,
quietly administering the household chores


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