Fever Pitch(Twilight Sing-Song)

Fever Pitch(Twilight Sing-Song)

in the crisp twilight air

with baton directive

not just from any maestro

but the silver quartered moon

the choir begins

a frenzy of chatter

chirping in staccatto

as the heat of humidity

during the day’s peak

of sun’s brutal glare

had kept them from sharing

all the latest tidbits of gossip

dashing here, there,

darting everywhere

no time! no time!

must feed hungry beaks

no time! no time!

so under starry skies

we shall now tweet

they reach fever pitch

twittering one over another

tittle tattlers in surround sound

sing song to get a

chirrup in edgewise

oh musical wonders

oblivious that any soul

could be listening in.

Oh, but we are,

along with so many others!

—©g.a.meeder, 2019®

 

 

 

Symphony at Dusk

 

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Symphony at Dusk, —©g.a.meeder, 2019® 

                                                               Symphony at Dusk

the sun lays her head

upon broad earthly shoulders

as the night maestro

ushers in the starry notes

grazioso for our eyes

 —©g.a.meeder, 2019®

 

For John Coyote with love & respect

for understanding. 

May you find your peace.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Simplicity(My Bouquet of Wisdom)

My Bouquet of Wisdom,–©g.a.meeder, 2018®

Simplicity
(My Bouquet of wisdom)

tiny seeds of life
that have taken root
give me a
simple pleasure
that only goes
to show
how easy to please
i have become in my life
with the smallest bouquet
of wildflowers
hand picked
for good measure.

–©g.a.meeder, 2018®

 

“Simplicity is not style, it is a state of harmony.”

Naoto Fukasawa

 

 

 

 

 

 

Best Of Days

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Pine Tree Haven

Best of days

golden sun will lower her gaze

behind blushing stratus laced clouds

over seasonally timed

dramatic displays of sunsets

guiding us arise to kinder days

which will cast shadows

on trees that genuflect awe

in earthly praise

uttering murmurs as they wave

with chilled to a crisp night air

lightly stroking our cheeks

with secrets they can no longer keep

because soon they will play a concerto

of colors in high sopranos, in low altos

brushstroking themselves

with colors ablaze

giving us the promise of

our best of days.

—©g.a.meeder, 2016®

*Photo of Pine Tree Haven & Best of Days

Are expressively mine by artistic & creative design.

—©g.a.meeder, 2016®*