Listen to wind composing
sycamore-leaf songs,
rustling along the rim
of green light and shadow.
Confident cottonwoods
interject an intermezzo
of quivering elation,
running like cool water
down my back.
A downy woodpecker
flashes his red neck,
like a stray eighth note
announcing Autumn.
(written September 1,2003)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love the imagery in this beautiful, little poem, as well as the connection you've made between music and nature.