Echoes Of The River Wind Poem by Michael Olajubu

When the fiesta of nature
Hushed the hush of the night,
Tamed tall trees twist and turn,
Dancing to cold rhythms and blues
From the echoes of the river wind.
Tired toads with their baritone
Crooned the discordant incidental music;
Gulls and finches quiver in their nests,
Shrouded by stares of the milky moon;
Bellowing bats in their league
Took to the firmament -
Where dusk stretched itself across the sky -
Shedding flaps in the atmosphere,
Displaying anonymous aerobatics
Before the consciousness of the night,
Even as echoes of the river wind
Yelp incessantly, stridently;
Torturing lily-livered leaves that limply cling
To bosoms of bare branches hungry for slumber.
Grisly gusts of wind knew no sympathy for the sands
That lay frightened by the river shore,
With particles dashing helter-skelter
On open tracks of the air,
Crowding the mind with pictures
Of looming tears from the clouds.
Still, tamed tall trees twist and turn,
Dancing to cold rhythms and blues
From echoes of the river wind;
In the heart of the river
Laid a conundrum beyond my ken:
Torrents opposing torrents, waves routing waves,
And I, a passer-by, couldn't play ignorance
In this fiesta of nature -
A delight to my bamboozled brows -
Forestalling the next seductive scene(s) ,
Scenes that ensnare thoughts with suspense,
Placing me on the qui vive
While heeding the cold rhythms and blues
From the echoes of the river wind.
Surprising, suddenly,
Serenity subtly spoke;
Nature was as a shadow - silent -
Bringing the fiesta to a halt.
I stood unseen on my tod,
Wearing an enquiring façade
To be struck again by nature's grandeur;
I lurked in vain
Beneath the evil eyes of the night,
As echoes of the river wind
Fed my auricles with cold rhythms and blues
While I stroll along a polished pally path,
Unfamiliar to the soles of my feet,
Away from the echoes of the river wind.