This morning..when standing on my balcony..I listened...everything was ever so quiet...we had some very warm days and now the Hilltop is waiting for the wind to rise and the rains to set in..Then..a blackbird started to sing...
The little songs of summer are all gone today.
The little insect instruments are all packed away:
The bumblebee's snare drum, the grasshopper's guitar,
The katydid's banjo, the cricket's violin,
The dragonfly's cello have ceased their merry din.
Oh, where is the orchestra? From harpist down to drummer
They've all disappeared with the passing of the summer.
~ by Rowena Bennett
Art~Listening to the Orchard Oriole~Childe Hassam.
3 comments:
Goodmorning Dutchess
What a beautiful way to start the day..
Enjoy your Sunday
Blessings,
Penny
Oh my! You share the most gorgeous art and poetry. It is such a joy to visit!
Happy day to you,
Zuzu
I am so late....but never disappointed to connect with a soul that knows how to live, and LISTEN to the silence. I think silence has something to say to us, and you have already heard many a wonderful message.
Enjoy your new week dear one, and may the days bring you closer to your new joy....Nita
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