Summer House, Pennsylvania Park, Petoskey, Michigan
Vintage Original Postcard #2765 – August 27, 1925
every august
they’re already
warmed up
warblers gargle
lilies whisper puffs
crickets ratchet time
surfs shush
creeks tinkle
grasses russ
cicadas twang
redtails whoosh
goldfinches chatter
bees hmmmm
if you listen closely
you will hear
green echoes
and small creaks
voices from the trees —
heaven’s accompaniment
De (aka WhimsyGizmo) is the host of dVerse today. De says:
it’s that time again: time to pen a poem of exactly 44 words, including one specific word we provide. Today, I’d like you to use your voice.
Tao Talk 
lovely orchestra of nature described! :)
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Thank you, Na’ama :)
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All of these voices make such gorgeous music together. I can hear them.
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I’m glad, thanks De :)
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So many voices raised in the wonderful piece Lisa — nature in hamony!
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Rob thank you :)
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A lovely poem. Painting a peaceful picture
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Thank you, Sadje. I wait for this symphony every year.
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You’re welcome Li.
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All of those voices make for a pleasant song.
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Ken thank you, yes they do.
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This so beautifully captures the sounds I enjoy from our woods.
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Glad you enjoy the song in words and woods :)
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I like your use of all the voices!
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Thank you, glad you enjoy them.
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Another charming piece! Love the photo too. Looks like paradise!
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Thank you, Susan.
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Such a lovely array of voices. I go to my forest daily to listen and hear this exact things you have written. Beautiful.
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:) Very glad you recognize the voices, Toni.
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That’s lovely. So much to hear in the silence of things. ;-)
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Thank you JP, indeed.
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An entire choir of nature. I adore this!
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Thanks, Linda. Nature is so good to us, why do we do it so wrong?
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My opinion- Because others aren’t paying attention.
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So many rich voices to be heard in this poem. I have to love the goldfinches chatter.
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Truedessa, glad you enjoyed the voices, and the goldfinches :)
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Love the voices in nature…enjoyed this, Lisa!
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Thank you, Lynn. August is a daily symphony around here :)
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Love the sounds in your words specially: voices from the trees.
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Grace thank you. The trees witness all and sometimes chime in a little.
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When nature sings, it is symphony! Lovely!
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Punam, thank you. Yes, a lovely symphony <3
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You are welcome. 🙂
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The city plays symphony, all brass and Jazz hot–the woods also play a symphony, all strings and choral.
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<3 I wonder what it would sound like if they collaborated on a concert?
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I love the voices of birds!! Very nice!
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Thanks, Dwight. I forgot the mourning doves, but they are here daily as well as a bunch of others.
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They sit on my rail and watch us eat breakfast!
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They probably want your toast. That’s very cool. When I open the door, they fly up to the top of the garage roof, but they never go far.
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The seem to always be around!
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Ah, nature’s voices Beautiful Lisa 🙂
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Thanks glad you enjoyed them, Christine :)
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I love the relaxing voices of August, Jade, which you’ve brought together in a beautiful onomatopoeic chorus of a quadrille! I especially like the lilies whispering puffs and the green echoes and small creaks of the trees.
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Thank you, Kim. I like the way you describe it as: “a beautiful onomatopoeic chorus of a quadrille!”
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A beautiul choir of voices…
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Thank you, Bjorn. It’s a daily choir at this time of year…
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Really a park named Pennsylvania (Penn’s Woods)- that’s cool…
Like all the sounds of nature in this one :)
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Glad you enjoyed the sounds of nature, thanks, even though I can’t take credit for the sounds :)
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I love this chorus! (K)
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I’m glad, K, it’s a joy to hear.
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There are many voices out there we tend to ignore. Good suggestion to pay more attention to them.
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Yes. Thank you for your comment, Frank.
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Nature as band, choir, and lead vocals… lovely sentiments!
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Barry, thank you and glad you enjoyed it :)
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That is some choir and orchestra, but the onus is truly on the listener to attend, wonderful.
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I love your comment and your p.o.v. of the world.
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Thank you, and what a great post.
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:) you are welcome, Paul
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:)
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Wonderful symphony, as long as none of em are hungry. bzzz. the voices blended in my ears, so well done!
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Thank you, Lona, glad you enjoyed the poem.
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Dead of Winter Now
to: Leaves Fallen Sky
Frost Darkness Distance
Miles away Train Whistle
Signals Echoing Sound
FaRtHeR
TiMe
iLLusion
Away From:
WiNTeR LoVE..:)
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Anything to get away from winter!
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SMiLes in
Florida
Last Few
Years Winter
Lost Hot
Chocolate
Nostalgia
All that’s Left…
Always something
To
Miss in
DarK in LiGHT..
Woe is ClimAte Change..:)
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