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The buzzing of cicadas in the night
As bats begin to circle through the air
The song of the spring peepers trills so light
When day's frenetic pace turns laissez-faire
Black crickets chirrup secrets we can't share
A barred owl calls "Who cooks for you?" unseen
An echo seems to answer from somewhere
On silent wings they fly off to convene
In pools of water plunk proud frogs of green
Shy deer emboldened rustle through the wet
Leaves in the summer rain glow with a sheen
And darkest nights shine as if polished jet
This magic fills each drop of summer rain
An anodyne to ease the winter's pain
submitted for Think Tank Thursday, #107 Sound, at Poets United
and Poetry Jam, Do You Believe in Magic?
submitted for Think Tank Thursday, #107 Sound, at Poets United
and Poetry Jam, Do You Believe in Magic?
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9 comments:
Oh, I believe in magic and I do believe this poem has a touch of it too.
What a lovely read. I loved everything that hit all of the senses.
Wonderful :)
smiles...love that you went after the magic of nature...did myself obviously...smiles...there is so much just in the world around us...loved just listening to your piece...
Totally drenched in this magic.....
Lovely ... magic felt deep !!!
WoW. What an exquisite write....and I so adore the thought of painkilling rain!
I loved it
We wrote on similar journeys
I like yours better
Your imagery guided me and I was there
Well done ; )
Nicely done! The two themes are cleverly entwined.
it rained here tonight and i sat on the balcony breathing in that wonderful scent and listening to a few birds hidden in the trees, still singing... there is indeed magic in summer rain.
beautifully written, Sheri!
thank you for joining in at Poetry Jam!
♥
dani
Freaking awesome.
That made me feel the rain.
Thank you.
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