A clarinet scaling steep slopes to
oscillate notes between the harvest
moon and ridge-top Bristlecones.
A piano tone poem highlights
a cascade of water, tumbles over
lava rocks, swirls inside potholes.
A flute following the wind-blown
undulating journey of a tanned
oak leaf to the forest duff below.
A classical guitar drips single
chords of rain on my forehead;
counterpoints a swell of violins.
A harp ripples through pine needles.
An oboe, shrill as a rowdy raven,
in concert with an offshore breeze.
A kettledrum thunders across a
storm sky, cymbals clash, charged
thunderbolts spark granite outcrops.
A wilderness symphony
of sight and sound.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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