MORNING DRUMS
Steady is the percussion outside my window
And the earth is quietly glistening
The occasional bird coughs musically
With no one but me listening
Rhythmic hypnosis from the grey up above
Collects in pools of today’s drippings
A brief intermission from life’s cacophony
And the daily orchestra of human voices
The green fronds are dotted with heavens cries
Some staying, some rolling off in a hurry
Leaving a lasting print upon my misted eyes
Like a page from an everlasting story
Somewhere I can hear the rumble and the crash
Of notes syncopated in thunder
A roll that shakes loose from icy confines
Freezing mouth, agape in wonder
And though afar the sound seems so near
Picking pace to a frenzied flourish
Getting louder by the minute until
Wow ! Very nice...
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