Zienne
14
Summer Melody
As the sun emerges
the aubade begins.
Smooth, rhythmical,
yet soft and spiritual.
Clouds absently drift away
as birds peer from nests,
sensing if danger is near.
Coast is clear.
“Chirp chirp, cheep cheep.”
More melodies are added to the aubade.
Soon
the morning is filled with a cacophony.
A few barks here.
A few chirps there.
Tires squealing.
Aging folks head to work,
operating through life rapidly.
Not taking the time to notice the alluring
melody.
Hours pass.
Cheeps die down,
yells of children follow.
“Let’s play ball!”
“I’ll have a snowcone please!”
Shaved ice stuffed into paper cones,
the sun reflecting off the radiating artificial colors.
Red.
Blue.
Purple.
Green.
Dripping down eager faces.
Spilling onto clean shirts.
Slightly staining the purity.
Hours pass.
Children head inside,
weary.
The heat becoming unbearable.
A hazy summer afternoon.
The aubade dies down.
Soft chirps replaced
with exhausted engines.
Hardworking parents
pulling into driveways.
Soon,
all is quiet.
The moon shines brightly.
A cricket’s “creek” heard
ever so often.
A quiet night melody.
Barely audible.
Until tomorrow
when the sun emerges.
