Sounds that make me feel good….
Rumbling and sputtering of coffee machine,
early in the morning...
voice and laughter of my husband, son and daughter,
I feel comforted by their voice...
chattering and song of bird on a sunny day,
their cheer is infectious...
humming of bumble bee as it busily works flower to flower,
reminds me how fragile and special they are...
burbling and bubbling of rippling ocean waves,
some slap the shore with great gusto...
whooshing wings overhead as raven flies by,
what message does he bare ?
whispering stir of tall grass in a field,
the cricket awaits to sing its song...
gusting winds through tall cedars and firs,
I am reminded of nature’s energy and power...
echoes of foghorn in the distance, a heavy fog hangs,
reminds me of old sea-faring vessel, captain with his pipe...
clanging of rigging on a sailboat mast,
boats gently rock to a gentle breeze...
pattering raindrops on cabin roof,
during cosy evening hours, tucked deep in the woods...
crackling fire on a cool winter’s night,
cuddled by wood stove, with family and friends...
chattering of folks outside at the street café,
reminds me of summers in Spain...
lilting trill of pan pipes played by a local knife-sharpener on his bicycle,
nostalgic memories of Mallorcan days...
children laughing and playing,
their giggle is a gentle tickle to the soul...
music of all sorts, but gentle to the ear,
depends on my mood, what I want to hear...
conversation with family and friends,
new ideas, talk of art, music and world events.
The words “I love you” by those dearest to me.
My love and warm wishes to you all.
Rumbling and sputtering of coffee machine,
early in the morning...
voice and laughter of my husband, son and daughter,
I feel comforted by their voice...
chattering and song of bird on a sunny day,
their cheer is infectious...
humming of bumble bee as it busily works flower to flower,
reminds me how fragile and special they are...
burbling and bubbling of rippling ocean waves,
some slap the shore with great gusto...
whooshing wings overhead as raven flies by,
what message does he bare ?
whispering stir of tall grass in a field,
the cricket awaits to sing its song...
gusting winds through tall cedars and firs,
I am reminded of nature’s energy and power...
echoes of foghorn in the distance, a heavy fog hangs,
reminds me of old sea-faring vessel, captain with his pipe...
clanging of rigging on a sailboat mast,
boats gently rock to a gentle breeze...
pattering raindrops on cabin roof,
during cosy evening hours, tucked deep in the woods...
crackling fire on a cool winter’s night,
cuddled by wood stove, with family and friends...
chattering of folks outside at the street café,
reminds me of summers in Spain...
lilting trill of pan pipes played by a local knife-sharpener on his bicycle,
nostalgic memories of Mallorcan days...
children laughing and playing,
their giggle is a gentle tickle to the soul...
music of all sorts, but gentle to the ear,
depends on my mood, what I want to hear...
conversation with family and friends,
new ideas, talk of art, music and world events.
The words “I love you” by those dearest to me.
My love and warm wishes to you all.
3 comments:
What a great idea to think of sounds when unable to sleep, Michelle! When the world is filled with annoying noise, it is easy to forget the many pleasing sounds expressed in your poem. The distant foghorn, laughter of loved ones, rain on the roof, the surf slapping the shore, the rustling of leaves and the humming of bees … I love them all. Where I am, the far-away whistle of a train as it goes down the track is also music to my ears.:)
Nice to see you posting again. What a unique way to to help one sleep. I agree that counting sheep does not cut it.
Super beautiful post..inspiring and magical! Wishing you a happy day!
victoria
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