music of the night
bass notes of distant thunder
blowing branches tremble in the breeze
here in a village of garden springs
where water rises like morning fog
from under the streets
the sky is buying the drinks tonight
pouring tenderly on spring blossoms
chirping in downspouts and down driveways
to fresh swept gutters
singing things are sleeping tonight
too early in the season for cicadas
they have sought shelter in borough and nest
huddled and fluffed among twigs and feathers
silent tribute to God's symphony
rain in the dark
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