August Listening Lessons

 Some snap-shots of August-song...

Oh, listen to cicada’s drone in noon-day’s wilting heat

And listen to the cricket’s multi-layered tweet-tweet-tweet

Or pause to hear the corn stalk guzzling dew from musky grail

Cherry tomatoes plopping from small fingers into pail

The scritch and scratch of sidewalk-chalked pictures from young-at-art

The pulsing propellers of hummingbird's hover-and-dart

Cherubic dove-like coo wafts on the banter of a breeze

Where we play peek-a-boo with Baby 'neath leaf-canopies  

The splash of silver diamonds lobbed where water-fountain sprays

The shriek of youngsters not yet robbed of childhood’s endless days

The buzz of bumbling bee tumbling from rose to hollyhock

The slap and lap of ripples where the lake tickles the dock

The sweep of golden grain field as it bends with harvest-hymn

The cheep of birdie as it flits from sighing limb to limb

The lusty crow that ha-ha-has from perch in lofty pine

The whisper of wind-pixies playing in the pole-bean vine

The joyous whoop of laughter when the fisher gets the fish

The laden line where laundry musters lazy, hazy swish

A cackling group of grackles catching up on latest ‘yack’

Then, feather-soft whooshed lift-off in a flutter-cloud of black

The combine as it whirs and purrs and belches dusty stars

The heat-wave crinkled highway’s swooshing ribbon made of cars

The oohing over goblets, paper-thin that turn to squash

The crooning afternoon that soon the tune of dusk will quash 

Oh, listen to the pitter-patter of bare feet and rain

The glad and easy chatter as we stroll down bloom-lined lane

Oh, listen to the songs of August minstrels as they race

Across keyboards of mallow, golden rod and Queen Ann’s lace

Oh, listen,;can you hear a subtle change of harmony

As What Is starts to hint at musicales Waiting To Be

© Janet Martin

So much music to enjoy in August!