A faint touch of Winter
04.25.06 (6:41 pm) [edit]
The cool early morning breeze, A joy after a hot humid day. The sound of the whippoorwill With it’s in unending rhythm, That lulls after listening, Becoming a soothing backdrop For the surrounding peace and beauty That nature bestows. The gentle sound of crickets Calling out for their mates to be, Accompanied by the deep profundity Of the call of the bull frog, Lonely with no answer But with hope renewed Calls again and again Seeking an answer from the surrounding dark. Such is the beauty of a spring morning, That stills retains a faint taste of winter’s youth, Long gone, Now waning, and soon all trace of its manly strength gone, Until the fall returns, With its hint of cold, As it again grows in strength Calling nature to rest Until the cycle begins again. |