Posted by: Peadar Ban | February 16, 2016

Staying Home on A Rainy Day Listening to Sibelius

Hurry! Taut strings urge two gray squirrels on
Swiftly, nervously.  Straight they scurry down
Great black oaks shifting in and out of sight
In the smoke gray mist off the snow; last night’s
Brittle winter gift from uncaring clouds.

How well he knows the stinging passing mists
Along a tree lined river snows have kissed;
Ice covered now after an ice cold night.
There’s great stress in such music’s strength, and fight.
That defies slicing winds and cruel rain’s cold.

Though unfallen leaves are beat, trees won’t bow.
Rain ends! River flows! Trees stand! Music knows.

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Responses

  1. Very nice, Peter.

    • Thank you.

  2. Loving this

    • Thank you.

  3. Your lovely poem almost makes me miss winter. The operative word is almost.

    • You have not missed winter. It is Winter’s fun that you have missed.


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