Echoes
Out on the porch in morn's coolness
Echoes of a symphony sing
Doves a hollow wind slowly blown
Mockingbirds a tambourine
Song bird voices violin strings
Gently struck with a bow
As a soft illuminating
Yellow sun rises so slow
Stillness hovers; only faint air
movement, will the coolness go
Will this day be a scorcher
with hot humid hours and no air flow?
Wispy clouds fan brushed near the sun
A touch of promised rain
If only there would be showers
to dissipate heat's pain!!
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