Categories: Pyramid Poetry
TCC Journal Entries
June 20, 1992
Vicki Brodie, Burlingame, CA
Birds making a cacophony of sound
While a spider’s silken thread is blowing to and fro.
A car whizzes by.
The chorus continues while a gentle breeze
Blows through the trees.
A human voice utters in the distance.
A cat saunters out, surveys the scene and trots off.
A crow’s raucous sound is heard from up above.
A jet goes by.
Leaves drop from a willow as its branches sway in the breeze.
The birds are singing.
A siren wails then fades away.
There are more planes now.
A bird, perhaps a sparrow, lands on the birdbath.
Bird and bath are swathed in sunlight.
The sun approaches
Soon the mild morning shade
Will give way to hot afternoon sunlight.
Topics: Personal Stories, Poetry, Practicing Outdoors, Present Moment
Originally appeared in: June 1993
