Cranberry Park

This sky dome
Held by thousands of threads 
of sunshine,
Is a musical instrument;

Its sounds pour out when 
Life flips its strings;

Dragonflies are the first 
to make the light high-pitched tone;

Swallows are next
Rapid, cheerful notes emitted
From their aerodynamic bodies;

Then appears a father pushing the stroller
Carefully and affectionately
A sweet melody starts to fill the air
Resonating within the hemisphere;

This is, seemingly, the first day of Autumn,
And I am filled with light and love
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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De Beaulieu Avatar
November 4, 2021 at 2:37 PM
Hello Kahava Ray, This is a beautiful scene you paint with your words. Enjoy your evening my friend.
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November 6, 2021 at 12:42 PM
Hello Kahava Ray, where i live it is the autumn season. the trees leaves are changing colors, and falling to the ground. Which means raking and bagging the leaves. Then It is dump them in the dump. Enjoy your day my friend.
Ray Avatar
November 6, 2021 at 11:43 AM
Hi, Darlene, Thank you for your comment. It is now already in the midst of autumn, and I feel nostalgy to this scene. Have a beautiful autumn Darlene.
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