Sweetest of Voices


A visit to my beloved folks' graveyard
the sweetest of voices I thought I heard
soft whispers escaping from the eaves
harmoniously with rustle of leaves.

Song filling the air in rhythmic beat
crooned thru summer’s scorching heat
every soul perchance is charmed
breathing life to the dying land.

Chirps of birds, heavenly and mellow
in handsome plume, sings the sparrow
Cacophony of sounds in thick summer breeze
halcyon day of May, atop sun kissed trees.

Angels and birds pull strings in harmony
Leaves and flowers dance in placid melody
through clumps of green grass and moss
their music eases grief from mortal loss.

Lofty creatures chant lullaby and play
Sweetest voices wipe our tears and woes away
They play and bask in sunshine bright
Keep watch over the dead, day and night.


Delilah, May 23, 2017