The Sounds…
In this hustle bustle world, that we live in every day…
We tend to never hear, what the things around us say.
Some are soft and subtle, and some are hardly heard…
Like the opening of flower petals, the breathing of a bird.
Sitting alone and being still, I’ve heard more things I know…
Like the play of pretty leaves at night, the sighing of the snow.
The whispers of the breeze around, the tinkle of the rain…
If you ever learn just what they say, you’ll never be the same.
To all they speak of different things, it’s up to us to hear…
They can speak of love, or happiness, or make us think of fear.
I listen to them here at night, and think of all that’s past…
And when they speak to me just right, they help the memories last.
So rain is not just falling down, it’s giving to the grass…
And ice isn’t just for feeling cold, it can decorate your glass.
The wind means no real mischief, when it’s playing with your hair…
It plucks from you your fragrance, and tell others you were there.
The flutter of a small birds wings, says “Catch me if you can!”…
The call of lonely wolves at night, when they are speaking to the land.
Springs flowing down the hill, seem to laugh and dance around…
They caress the rocks that linger there, and make a chuckling sound.
So when you think it’s quiet, because the hustle and bustle’s gone…
Just relax and try to listen, for hidden are the songs.
And when you learn to read them, and savor everyone…
Is a time you’ll put to music, the setting of a sun.
©Ron Walker
I love this time of year when we take off the storm windows and can hear kids playing outside. I love the sound of the breeze on the new leaves too.
I love opening the windows and letting that breeze through! Thanks for the comment Elizabeth.
Let us not talk of snow for a May Poem, cool nights ok, just no snow this far south.
Very true, we had enough ice and cold this year. Thanks for dropping in and commenting.
That’s beautiful, Ron. Have you written poetry for a long time?
Evening Anne, These were written about 17+ years ago. I published them on Amazon once. There are about 110 in the ebook. I need to get back to writing as it is so relaxing.
Thank you for the kind words, I appreciate it. I didn’t have anything to post for today, and it had been a couple days since my last post, so I decided to share one of my poems tonight.
I don’t think I would find it relaxing to write poetry. That’s great that you do.
Very nice and I would say comforting poem. Thank you for sharing it on your blog.
Thank you for the nice words and the comment.
Lovely poem and a good reminder to be still and appreciate all the gifts of nature.
Thanks Janis, it was inspired while sitting out in the country where we lived back then. The wind in the pine trees is a beautiful sound at night. Thanks for the comment.
Nice work, Ron. Since moving to the countryside from London, I have become ‘tuned’ in to the supposed quiet around me. I like to hear the trees creaking in the woods. It’s as if they are talking to each other.
Best wishes, Pete.
Thanks for the comment Pete. The swaying of the trees reminds me of a rocking chair when I was young. Being held by Mother and rocked. Sometimes the creaking of the trees reminds me of the old chair.
Nice comparison, Ron.
This was wonderful, thank you for sharing it…
Thank you for such a nice comment.
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What a lovely poem! It reminds us to take joy in the wonders of nature! 🙂
Thanks for the comment, that is the same thoughts I had as I wrote it that day.