Time and Perspective

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“A time for every purpose under heaven…”
A perspective for all of us to consider…

A time for thinking…
Seems everything moves but me
Watching trees turn green

Tinnitus drowns cricket’s song
Tick-or-tape thoughts click on by…


…Which time will it be for me?

Photo: Dwight L. Roth




Nature’s Music

The Woodland Symphony
Music pours out from shadow and tree
Calling us all to enjoy a reprieve

A melodious symphony straight from the heart
Each tiny instrument playing its part
Miniature voices in perfect pitch
Unwritten scores of notes that are rich
Filled with a beauty beyond man or pen
A symphony of music that will never end

Mocking birds solo sopranos and basses
Finding their notes in so many spaces
Piccolo warblers and wren solos start
Antiphonal melodies straight from the heart

The bassoon bull frog comes in now and then
Cicadas’ strings play background blends
Crickets and blue jays fill the air
The snare of the trees adds depth to the pair
Woodpeckers drumming on old hollow trees
A staccato rhythm that floats on the breeze


Suddenly // right out of the blue
The feline conductor brings all in on cue
With a growing crescendo from blue jay and friends
Celloed instruments calling, “This is the end!”
The squirrel plays percussion with his raspy scolding
As the woods fills with music // the finale’s unfolding

A thunderous applause from the balcony on high
Brings all to their feet // flashes crossing the sky
The concert is over the conductor’s gone home
Performers take bows // the music is gone


Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Today I am sharing one of my favorite poems that I wrote while sitting in the chair in the photo above. It is open link night at d’Verse Poets tonight. We are free to post a poem of our choosing. Hope you enjoy my Woodland Symphony.