With Wide Ears
Listen to the wind.....
as she sings in her quiet lisps,
and sighs the past and gusts
with earnest need;
Listen to the tenets of the seasons
with their lovelies and tempests ----
and torrents and great rains
become blizzards,
then hushed and bequeathed sings the morrow;
and buds the leaf and the harvests
shall feed all in need
Listen to the tenuous hum and drum of mortal bars
crying out 'neath thy starry night....
when the world is weary in the City of Lights;
and the last dog has barked before bed.....
and the crickets with Godspeed ascend their chatter
in the last tumult of the day,
(Listen.....)
Copyright © Keith O.J. Hunt | Year Posted 2014
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