AMONG THE PINES

Posted on December 30, 2015 by | 7 Comments

 

Photo: Neal Lett

Photo: Neal Lett

 

We live too low, too far down
the mountain to hear
the Canyon Wren sing

for the joy of it, cascade
of octaves, grin in the cedars,
thunder of the river dim.

Our love affair with music
is our own, separate
secrets searching for a song

somewhere on the mountain—
that half-ascension
finding harmony among the pines.

 

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7 responses to “AMONG THE PINES”

  2. allentimphotos2 | December 30, 2015 at 11:59 am | Reply

    John, thank you for the poem. I’m taking more time to look and read.
    Happy New Year to you and all of yours.
    Tim

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  3. Maureen Sudlow | December 30, 2015 at 12:02 pm | Reply

    Lovely – ‘cascade of octaves’. I can see those notes falling…

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    • John | December 30, 2015 at 2:44 pm | Reply

      I do love the song of the Canyon Wren, placed on the mountain beyond most human ears. I am a frustrated musician, most envious of anyone who has taken the time to learn to play an instrument to accompany with their vocal chords. It is the joy on my brother’s face that triggered the poem.

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  4. Gill McGrath | January 1, 2016 at 11:43 pm | Reply

    there is so much music in your words i hear your tune

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