Sounds of Summer

Last October I wrote the following poem. This summer I really wanted to capture some of the wild sounds outside our window. I took a day off recently and had my camera. The photos I wanted never happened, but I did short video to capture the SOUND.
Hope you like the poem. Also hope you will listen to the sounds of summer on the video! Only too soon autumn will be upon us. AND I CAN'T WAIT to end this summer of confusion and frustration and medication changes and broken arm, dental work, oral surgeries, and physical therapy!

The Symphony                  11-10-21

It had been a wild and raucous season

Crickets, tree frogs and locusts sang arias

Symphonies arose from the woods

Mere people were immersed in sound

With a certain knowledge that they were outnumbered

We took the chorus for granted

Air conditioners were turned off

A respite from the heat led to open windows

The chorus arose unabated.

The season beat onwards

We enjoyed a coverlet on the bed

With relish we threw open the windows

And slept with a blanket

We danced with Indian Summer

Knowing in a few months we would long

For the sun, this breeze, such ease.

Migrating birds began to show up in the yard

Absent all summer, the robins arrived

And passed through

We never realized until after the cold snap

That the symphony had dwindled

To a chorus, a melody, a refrain, the rest

And cessation of song

Announcing winter is about to descend upon the woods.

Leaves fall to the ground. They are the only sound.