Vivaldi Violin

Vivaldi’s Violin The sound begins vague as a thought from perhaps a misted remembrance made more distant more soft in the surrounding sunset not trusting eyes only ears. I sit up and listen indeed stretch all hearing as music surely music more than the wind’s whistling moves ever closer alerting me to a whole physical smiling through the opened backdoor I cast my sight past the silhouetted trees of early December past yellow-glowing windows of neighboring homes and on past the twinkling white low-altitude warning lights set like many a Venus on the horizon I notice I am not frozen from weather but rather awaiting a sign as a startling soloist continues Vivaldi’s allegro non motto violin in a love affair with nature a secret in splendor a flying to heights just beyond human ears or prayers in this courting of my soul and its further reaching in Winter III Allegro that could lift the twilight ever more than experienced in dreams. ***********. ***********. *********** (c) sally Young eslinger 12/3/2020 Thanks be to God