by Kurt Simmons |
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Mother Nature has such treats, For those who lend an ear. Tonight I had the privilege Of a glorious one to hear. Boulder is lovely in the fall And as we all know Everywhere upon the trees The colors start to show. In late October a freeze it hits, And the leaves fall to the ground. And if you walk across the lawn, You hear a crunchy sound. Until one dry day you find your lawn Completely lined with leaves And overhead there still remain Some stragglers in the trees. Then late that night it starts to rain As the evening temperature falls I sit inside and hear strange noises Echoing within my walls. I go outside to investigate This strange and wonderful sound I'm forced to pause and listen To this wonder that I've found. The tiny drops of rain Are freezing as they fall. And when they meet the dried out leaves There's a noise I can't recall. Swirling leaves come to mind, But the sound is speeded up, Like a thousand leaves being stirred within, A giant coffee cup. A fancy Irish step dance Might describe it nice, If the cast consisted of A thousand nimble mice. Have you ever spilled a bag of rice Upon on hardwood floor? But you'd have to spill it slowly For at least ten minutes or more. Perhaps a million drops of ice Upon a window pane I wonder if again I'll hear The sound of crunchy rain? |