Sounds from August
Two poems that briefly explore things I have been hearing lately...
August is, in its way, a quiet month here in the countryside. Nature has settled into summer for the duration; fall is another month or two (or three) away, and storms have mostly quieted down.
It’s a good time to take a listen! One hears the strangest things…
Low guttural voice,
Human-like, hum of a fly
Trapped between two doors.
Bovine complaints drifting
Upward upon lonely, plaintive breeze
While moon wonders at the