Wind-Stirred Orchestra

By lupus tenebrae

The wind stirs pine
needles like an orchestra

stirs hearts from slumber:
as a moment's grace

amidst a swelling village
chorus, with a thunder-clap's

raucous applause
singing praises well into

the coming night.

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Published on Thursday, September 4, 2014. Filed under: "Reflective" and "Poetry"

Author's Note:

My attempt at completing a verse I'd found in one of my old journals.

Comments on "Wind-Stirred Orchestra"

On Saturday, September 6, 2014, TropicalSnowstorm (1703) wrote:

I would have to say you r attempt succeeded! I love the notion that the needles are being played by the wind like an orchestra. Lovely piece! Ciao, T/S
A former member wrote: Read this on a warm, windy day...quite fitting :) I loved it. I think it's a really soothing piece