The line from the song in Oklahoma
does not begin to capture this day.
The fresh air through the bedroom window
grabs you like a giddy lover
coaxing you to follow.
The birds sing, call to each other
not caring who ease drops.
Chirping, cheeping,
twittering, whistling,
rattling, chattering,
warbling melodies
random songs, but not really so,
harmonies in nature’s symphony.
For a few minutes the 6:40 freight
rumbles in the background
but even it fits.
Just a slight touch of dew
sparkles in the 6:47 sun
as if someone spread diamonds
that will disappear shortly,
will not have to be raked.
A cup of coffee
a wicker rocking chair on the porch
I listen…..
“All the sounds of the earth are like music”,
the poets Rodgers and Hammerstein wrote.
Ray Brown
