At night
her symphony
is gathered
beneath
sleeping frozen
river tides,
ice cracking
precise rhythm
skipping within
the last calls
of stars fading light.
By daybreaks rise
her lyrical ritornelle
crashes in with
cymbals of light
stirring up
spring feathers
chirping among
bare tree limbs
seedlings
sinking toward
winters thawing roots.
Poem by – L.E. Stone
Photo by Lisa Fotios