Positively Still!



The Air Stood Still




July's night air lounging and laying positively still, 

paused...

permitting the warm summer day to unwind

and play a prairie tune.



The Full Moon Listened Intently

The full moon,  

a tiny brown bird,

 a black hairy dog

 and

I

stood still,

listening...

to the ensemble

in appreciation.




The Little Brown Bird Listened Too!





Every note of the prairie music

began dancing

 in our ears.

Orchestrating a symphony of sounds,

the prairie birds' chorus

 lead the first movement.

The Yellow-Headed Blackbird Sang Its Raspy Song

 The yellow-headed blackbird's low raspy notes 

d

 e

 s

  c

   e

   n

   d

    i

     n

     g

 in a buzz,

called out

 to the cluster of mates

adjacent to the nearby stream,

celebrating
 that night is drawing

 near.

Gurgling notes of the meadow lark's flute

richly and happily accompanied

the croaking

 blackbirds in the second movement.




 

The Power Lines Hummed

 



 Power lines vibrating,

 strumming

 and humming

joined the musical composition

 in rhythm.







The Power Lines Vibrated
 and Kept Rhythm





Every mosquito buzzing,

Every cricket chirping,

Every pebble rolling,

Every dog stepping,

Every cat meowing,

Every horse snorting,

Could be heard in the prairie symphony tonight.



 

The Moon Was Enraptured

 





 Thank goodness the air was positively still!

The photographs accompanying Renee Dowling's poem

are "soul property" of Renee Dowling.

If you wish to use her photographs in any way,

please contact her at

dowling@shockware.com