Snow Poem by Barry Middleton
Snow
a saxophone is grieving
an instrumental season
is coming to an end
sharp brass is yielding
to muted oboe moods
sadder weather
the violins weep
like willows in the wind
a gray cello rumbles
I feel the kettle drum
like my own heart
percussion of thunder
the voice is like rain
tears of the contralto
she knows my sorrow
she is the vanished girl
a gentle guitar rift
a lost breeze of melody
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