Who is he that watches for the light of the night that will span the sky to lighten the earth
and partakes in the stillness of silence which precedes the arrival of natures shadows that
will stand down and observe the restoration of dawn.
A sounds cape of night’s imagery with magical interludes will entertain prior to the enchanting forest
musical suite composed by the choral sounds of birds that relish the oneness of solitude and freedom.
Not from near but from a distance one can hear the calling of the loons which echoes across the
pond in attempt to allure a mate which activates others to do so and begin their ensemble.
When the moon desires to frolic and wants to view the feature that nature presents, it will cast its nightlight upon the basin of the terrain where by the characters perform their dance and sing in harmony.
Perhaps one may be fortunate to hear a repertoire of nightingales, but it is the most fortunate one to have heard the great horned owl …that is who!
Sounds in Everglades
By Valerie D. Staton
Across Everglades
A cacophony of sounds
Natural soundscape
This moment
like dank cellar air
is motionless
except to pass the senses
as saturated air
rolls over skin
as lungs draw in odour
rich in permanence
the soundscape is silenced
save
the pulsing from within
this moment is forever
forever
motionless
Days are lengthening with spring. Winter's thaw has awaken the earth. The rebirth cycle begins in my backyard. Bird feeders are full. Goldfinches adorned in their brighter yellow feathers of spring, happily feeding on seed. House wrens are making new nests and chirping their mating songs, creating a wonderful soundscape to my ears.
A gentle south breeze flows. With ice and snow melted, rivers flow. Transitioning winter to spring, and greening-up Mother's Earth. Buds are bursting forth on most of my trees with little green leaves. My purple crocus and blue hyacinth have started too bloom, much too early here in the north. What's in the air that makes me feel better? I like to think it's the sweet days of spring.
northern wind shivers
wrapping warmth with woolen shawl
early spring sleeps lite
A Haibun with a Haiku
For Debbie Guzzi's contest,"Spring Haibun"
Let me paint the soundscape of your breath
Following the rhythmn of your tongue
I will listen
As your mountain curves its plunge
I'm a trespassing pilgrim
Allow me to photograph your quake
Spreading into the deepest space
Timeless, we've undergone
The rocky road of the present
Huddled in caverns, keeping our bodies warm
Let's join in flight
Sing the future so bright
Journey into volcanic light
Arise, awake as starlight unfolds
Beneath the blue sky
Sailing tropical currents,
Basking in the sun.
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Basking in the sun,
On the surface of beauty,
The ocean bestows.
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The ocean bestows
The most beautiful soundscape,
The music of waves.
The cold fabric of humanity
The diseased pulse of a city
Seen through microscope eyes
that seduce the unknown.
A faint whisper I thought I heard
A fossil of the pale interior
Words dissolve to a brush of wind
And I can only observe
Merely
Sincerely
While the candle burns
to nothingness.
The eternal cycle
will plague it's numbered pawns
till seeds of life have withdrawn
in slow writhing
of universal fibers
Like a leer from a wandering eye
Silent soundscape
Helpless cry.
Now free us
from ourselves
and from inside.