Winter Choir

[Ron65]

Here's a little free form poem written last month. It's best to read it aloud rather than in your mind.

The evening air, once filled with the thrill

of bees, now falls silent and cool;

only evergreens are singing with the breeze

attended by the melody of blackbirds,

the random rhythms of a robin,

the soft refrains of field mice,

and the intermittent drumming

of a hungry woodpecker.

Snowdrops, the crocus and daffodils are waking,

peeping through the cover of mother earth

to catch the sound of nature’s hymns

while the owl sits in his chapel

with his head dancing side to side,

quietly tooting along with the winter choir.

[Roseslipper]

That was very nice Ron65 thanks for sharing. Did you write it?

[Ron65]

Yes, it's one of my own. Thank you for reading.