An oak tree pitching nuts outside to the squirrels down below while a warm breeze blows through the leaves on the trees. A background accompaniment to the birds that sing, next door to the steeple where the church bell rings. The rush is on before the days are short and the winter is long and the birds in their nests no longer share their songs. Sitting on a clover patch underneath the tree listening to a Nature Song played just for me. Follow me on FB, Instagram, Twitter: WVPoetrygirl
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I enjoyed reading this piece. The details you use allow readers to create a picture in their mind as they read. I like how you mentioned sound, and didn’t just focus on sight.
Thank you. You bring up a good point. Poetry, in my opinion, should attempt to allow the reader to experience what you are seeing/doing, so that includes not just the visual, but sound as well. Thank you for the comment