Lonesome Music

 

Lonesome music.



The sound of wind whispering

through barren trees.

The far off cries

Of crows in flight

Trees rattling their limbs

against each other,

in the frigid air,

creaking as they sway.

A squirrel barks

and digs in fallen leaves,

Looking for a nut

That may have fallen there.

From a lofty hickory

Or an old majestic oak

The soft whistle of the wind

blowing down the mountain hollows.

Moaning an old, cold song

From the dawn of time.

Leaves rattling along the ground

seeking a resting place

where the air is still.

Chords of nature, mellow

And softly playing

To the listening ear.

Living breathing music,

Lonesome music from the ancient hills.



© James L Frady

November 14, 2021

Note:

It's not very often that I write a non-rhyming poem, but this one just fell into place this way after reviewing some thoughts from a trip into the woods on a cold and windy day.