She silently rises in the night sky,
Glowing as she arcs upward to
Await the summer symphony.
A deep quiet stirs and
The ancient mossy Oak sighs,
Hush Hush Hush
It’s about to begin.
The breeze flutters,
the branches
Click Click Click
Like a baton on the podium.
Then it begins, softly at first,
Burrrreeeek Burrrreeeek Burrrreeeek
Croaks the wood frogs.
Then, from within the
Reed section, I hear the
Buzz Buzzy Buzz
Of a thousand crickets
Chirping a rhythmic chorus.
I shiver,
Lying back,
On the cool earth,
Wondering if God is stretched out,
Humming to this evening euphony.
Stars wink at me as we collectivley
Listen to this nocturnal chorus.
From the east wafts
The melodic serenade of the meadow katydids,
Punctuated by the occasional percussion
Guck Guck Garble
Of the Pickerel.
The gray owl screeches from
His front row seat
Hoo-rah Hoo-rah Hoo-rah.
And the moon, from her balcony view,
Beams with joy.
Susan McLean
Durango
