'*“Music is one of the attributes of matter, into whatever forms
it may be organized”. - John Muir*
A song bursts out as I wander
through a glaciered valley -
richly coutured
in the opulence of spring.
Verdant grasses and Aspen leaves
have shaken off winter's pallor
to join voices with evergreens
in praise of new life emerging
out of the glowing, spectral universe.
The love of a doe guides her fawns
to finest grazing and sweetest waters
as the vibrant sun above
affirms its life-giving covenant.
If I cared, I might lend labels
to flowers, trees, streams and grasses
but have recused myself -
for the season's majesty demands
that nature do all the singing
and I do all the listening.
© 2017 by Robert Charles Howard
Jan 8, 2017
Jan 8, 2017 at 7:55 AM UTC
'*“Music is one of the attributes of matter, into whatever forms
it may be organized”. - John Muir*
A song bursts out as I wander
through a glaciered valley -
richly coutured
in the opulence of spring.
Verdant grasses and Aspen leaves
have shaken off winter's pallor
to join voices with evergreens
in praise of new life emerging
out of the glowing, spectral universe.
The love of a doe guides her fawns
to finest grazing and sweetest waters
as the vibrant sun above
affirms its life-giving covenant.
If I cared, I might lend labels
to flowers, trees, streams and grasses
but have recused myself -
for the season's majesty demands
that nature do all the singing
and I do all the listening.
© 2017 by Robert Charles Howard
Music Nature Streams Mountains Forest
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