The symphony of cicadas,
conducted by calendar, not hormones
The conversation of trees,
discoursing branches batting pros and cons back and forth
The raucous romp of rain,
gurgling and gargling its journey down the gutters
The aria of birds
rivaling a heavenly choir
Sausages on the barbeque,
arguing with snap and sizzle
The peals of playing children,
their lilting laughter calling to Evensong
The weekend reprise,
either boisterous pandemonium or quiet somniloquy
The humming of my wife,
quietly administering the household chores
MDC
6/2/2018
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