Hearable.

These words rushed in upon me while I was enjoying a dawn.

 

 

HEARABLE.

 

I sat one morning in leafy-green oceans
of growing corn
and felt the unknowable alter my senses.

A song of immeasurable beauty caught
hearing's inner core
as stalks shouldered sighs up from depth.

 

Gowns of fragile filigree curled lightly
round tasseled cobs 
while hums through silver fringes crept.

Bodies of spider-blown veins muscled
their venue over 
bulges of growth to croon around webs.

 

With audible ticks the chorus of nature
birthing corn's gold 
in speechless glory became so intense.

I stayed convinced that morn after proof 
that life's silent race
is hearable to scribes on wonder bent.

 

Reviews

[Neville]

If all awakenings could be gentle and otherwise such as this, we would all awake refreshed and with a new nature's song within our chest... N

[Fay Slimm]

You awaked moons ago to the nature's hearable voices my poet-friend and your writing tell me so.Thanking you loads for this loverly comment.

[Neville]

you are of course as always most welcome....