Untamed Melody
The wind stepped up its pace through the trees,
and leaves fought for choral supremacy
with the music of the street.
The stoic notes of mighty oaks commanded,
by sheer supremacy of number and size,
the eyes of all the neighbors on my block.
A line of fledgling maples underscored their roar
with trebled notes, when a sudden chill, mid shrill
and rising harmony, chased everyone inside.
I paused as riffs from needled-pines intensified
and held my fine-tuned ear, just long enough
to appreciate the subtlety in sounds
I don't often take the time to hear.
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