nature’s symphony

as the crow flies

the crickets chirp a familiar tune

that is generations old

the babble of a nearby brook

and the sporadic bark

of dogs

add to the symphony

the creatures,

I can’t identify

individually by sound

but the chorus is perfect

until a distant plane whispers

“you cannot escape”

and muffled 70’s music

rises from the farmhouse

basement art studio,

another reminder

of technology.

A hibiscus displays

a single orange flower

as it reaches skyward

from an old wooden pot,

and from the front porch

the clouds,

with their dimming

pinkish-purple glow

leave me in a trance

that only the cool orchard air

snaps me out of.

This green,

mid-summer green

as far as the eye can see,

pine

and oak

and elm

and birch fill the gaps

between orchards of green-leaved

apple trees

in this valley

stuck in time,

a time when

you open the window

or walk outside

and see nature,

and feel nature,

back to a time

before photo-shop

and before photos

and the view

is worth a million pictures,

a thousand words each,

but you’re still speechless

and all you hear is nature…

until the sound of a motorcycle

cuts through the mountains,

cuts through natures symphony

and the dog in the yard

splits his attention

between the fading sound of the bike

and an animal he hears

in the orchard

a rabbit

or maybe

a squirrel.

The sound of the bike

now gone,

nature’s symphony plays on

as the dog disappears

in the orchard,

chasing his next victim.

About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel.
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