Saturday, April 05, 2008

...wake up



It was so silent..
Even the wind was whispering..
The maestro..magnificent in black..
Slowly waving his baton
Circular motion..figure eights..
Azure dusk sky...sillhouette...
Music notes sliP ping off the tip..
Of the hypnotic motion..
Each note...finding its familiar path...
Throught the woods..over hilltops
To dormant earth...and frozen streams...
Wake up...wake up...they whisper...
My eyes flutter
open...keen senses..
..in my bed...the window rises..
The drapes...billow..to the music...
Sound waves...rush through the
Swaying thicket..
Frogs begin to sing..crickets...
Yellow daffodils...sing hello
homage in sunny yellow
A lone, day old moth in white...
struggles against the screen for light..
Baton waves faster...and passion..
Fills all things...
Fluttering wings..
Of birds...finding their tune..
saturating the warm afternoon
Echoing..
..echoing
Wake up...
Wake up...beautiful..world
Spring is here..
.......at last..




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