The music of the forest
falls from the trees,
follows the creeks
down through the stony wynd
over logs and slumped banks
to gather and seed the song
along the winter barren,
heard faintly by the river
where we sit beside fires
listening in the dark.
Lovely flow…
When I read your poetry I always find myself reminiscent. Of times calmer than now…
We both have memories – your poetry brings back my best, most fondest ones. Those of a boy.
Thank you.
This is a lovely contrast to my favorite experience of walking in the silence of fluffy new fallen snow, which I haven’t seen since the 1990s! Yet, I too have those memories mentioned by Robert Ross Able above.
Yes, thanks.
this is one of those poems to just let out a big sigh with……..
The silence speaks…thanks Don♥️
One of the things I appreciate about your poetry is the steady and rhythmic flow throughout the years. It makes me think about the larger cycle of seeding the song throughout the seasons.
In the darkness, by the fire. back in L.A… M.
Music falling from trees and flowing like water. Delicious! Thanks, Don.
Since I am currently in Costa Rica in the rain forest,I can relate viscerally to this poem…thank you, Don…
Even in the dark we know the music is there, falling from the trees and reassuring us that all is well. Lovely, Don!
Even wind informs my Community… What a gift and reminder of my Gratitude.
This poem redeems the cold harshness of this season.
Lovely Don, what could be expressed better than when the forest orchestra plays its song nightly. Devas love it.