It is but, the pure of heart,
That can, with lidded eye and open mind
Attend the verdant melodies
Of the nightly forest recital.
The drone of a Baroque-style continuo,
Of infiltrating wind thru leafy boughs
And sharp notes of cricket screech, are
Background to each moonlit sonata.
Nightly programs play eternal reprise
Of rhapsodic songs of earth and moon,
The musical almanac of earthly store
A tonal manifest of planet life.
This night, a cloudless Moon illuminates
Stravinsky-style, staccato tones, but
Nature’s evening song is boundless,
With concluding codas, at the dawn.
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Leonard N. Shapiro (6/21/23)
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