EVENING SYMPHONY

A frog sings beneath the window
where I hug a pillow
resting on the sill.
I catch a breath
of the damp night air
as the overture heightens.

Night birds trill their flutes
while the drum of a truck
rumbles past and is gone.

A brief intermission
and the concert resumes
with baying dogs, crying cats
trumpeting their fury.
The gentle violins
of rustling leaves,
the tranquil whispers of the grass,
the rising ballad of locust
falling to a hum, and suddenly
the coda of voices crescendo
before fading to quiet again
Just in time
for another concert to start

Revised Version
Original published in Poetry Break Journal
Winter Issue 1994