Once more, the diurnal dark descends,
Upon a hushed, expectant woodland.
Mild zephyrs dance the highest branch,
In semblance, to some lofty maestro,
Cueing the players now, to re- commence,
The quotidian rendition, of the eventide music.
Ss-Scratch-sounding insects, impart the treble
Sonorous bull frogs, the true basso- profundo
Woodwind sharps, blown thru the thickets,
In polyphonic tandem, with the forest serenade.
Mellifluous strains of the classic Sonata,
Nightly played, by the verdant woodland.
*(sonnet)
Leonard N. Shapiro (Sept. 2019)
plinyblogdotcom 
This is absolutely beautiful Lenny!! I love this time of day in nature and diurnal concert … better than the Symphony! This is deep and personal as I grew up in the woods and miss the night music of Nature. I read this multiple times, each time appreciating a new image, sound, pause … the poem came to life! Thank you for creating and sharing!
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