Sunday, December 11, 2011

The Unseen Symphony

original oil sketch by Michael Douglas Jones

Day 11 What do you wish you had done more of in 2011? #reverb11

In my memory of moments, there were too few early summer evenings, outside on the cedar bench; my old friend, the cedar bench; the two of us, grayed with age, waiting for the moon to rise. We would sit in silence, as audience to the sunset songs of crickets, frogs, and creek; all in perfect harmony. Somehow, they knew which symphony was scheduled each evening. Too soon that faraway chorus was overwhelmed by unseen cicadas practicing a Philip Glass concerto behind a green curtain; too shy to let us see the performance. I applauded anyway, but the moon was rising; there would be no encore. Even the crows cawed out for more. We waited, and wished; we wanted more, but all and all, it was enough to last me through this winter.

1 comment:

  1. I am smiling. Thank you for that.
    And I love the painting. It's gorgeous.


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