SYMPHONY OF SOUNDS

All morning long
I've listened
to the wind chime ting
as the trade winds blow
and the chickens sing.

The day keeps growing
as the clouds move along
and I listen 
to my world
singing its song.


   What are the sounds of your world?  Is it something that lifts your spirit?
I recently had the thought that in Kauai I don't here crickets.  I think the chickens eat them all.  When I mentioned this to my husband, he noticed he hadn't heard cicadas in Hawaii either.  And I thought about the train whistles I got to hear in Tucson that aren't on island.
   What fun.  Can you write a poem today about the sounds you are thankful for in your community?

The beauty of the earth around me sings.

THE WIND

All night long
the wind blew and blew.
It huffed and puffed
and rattled too.

It made the wind chime
clatter and clang.
All night long
rattle-ting-bang.

I'm tired this morning.
I don't know why.
Good thing the wind
        finally,
              decided to die.


    We've been having lots of wind in the desert.  It has me thinking about scientists who study wind currents.  Meteorologists?  Wind is very important to the earth.  Wind makes haboobs, hurricanes, dust devils and tornadoes.  Winds are important to sailors and to pilots.  You'll see a windsock at every airport.
    According to Wikipedia, the first wind tunnel was invented by Francis Herbert Wenham in 1871.   Airplane and automotive manufacturers use wind tunnels to perfect their designs.  Biologists have used wind tunnels to explain how dragonflies and bees fly.  I think I'm going to go find out more about the importance of wind.  Can you try writing your own wind poem today?  Since wind is a part of nature, this is an excellent subject for writing haiku.  Have fun writing.

Breezy Nights

The wind blows fast

then slows,

stirring dust

as it goes.

Tall grass leans over,

gently bows.

The bright full moon

softly glows.

The wind chime sings

ting-a-ling,

ting-a-ling.


     Our March day is definitely being lion-ish.  The dust is really flying!  This poem is about the night, a nocturnal poem.  Can you try writing your own poem about the night?  Perhaps you'd like to try personification in your poem.  That is when you address or treat the night, like a real person.  For example,

Wind, why do you blow
so hard and then let go?
Why do you stir the dust?
Do you feel you must?
Or is it just
you want to sing
and hear the wind chime
ting-a-ling?

     Keep warm and have a great Friday writing your poem.  Please share your poem with me in the comments below.