Don’t You Hear It?

The music at the Lake

Rattling stripped maples

Waiting upon spring’s

Adornment.

Hollow thud of footsteps

On the Boardwalk.

Warm chuckle of

Female friends strolling.

Entrancing hiss of

Gentle wavelets

Covering rounded gravel.

Promptly retreating.

The birds in fresh glory.

Robin’s chuckle once 

Realizing

No worms in the sand.

Mourning dove

Consoling and comforting.

Gulls, those gulls

Thrilling in flight agility

Bursting forth

With laughter.

And I have been invited

Happily

To the Symphony and Blue.

Fable in August Rush...see this one