Invitation to poetry
Nature Speaks
Rattling seed pods on the Golden Rain tree;
Wind scuttling a single leaf against the ground,
Create a symphony of multi-tuned vehicle choruses.
The sensation of silence and its weight,
My hair whispering as it almost moved but not quite.....
Tiny pebbles dispersing as they rub the bricks under my feet,....
A foggy moon's sensed refrain but not in my ears heard,
While the cadence of my own breath is the uneven back beat for it all.
Nature Speaks
Rattling seed pods on the Golden Rain tree;
Wind scuttling a single leaf against the ground,
Create a symphony of multi-tuned vehicle choruses.
The sensation of silence and its weight,
My hair whispering as it almost moved but not quite.....
Tiny pebbles dispersing as they rub the bricks under my feet,....
A foggy moon's sensed refrain but not in my ears heard,
While the cadence of my own breath is the uneven back beat for it all.