This is one of my early poems:
OVERTURE : Early Spring in Maine
The land still silent white,
Except for an evergreen hum.
Increasing brown and gray chatter
From the audience of rocks and streams.
The music begins very gently.
Golden flute notes of weeping willows
Too quiet to hear at first
Over the noise of the audience.
The slow silver notes of the birches
Hard to hear early on,
Until the conductor sun pays them
The attention they need.
Then the maples – low French horns of pink
Slowly increasing volume
Until they are a loud tone of red,
Aided by stems of the roadside bushes.
Elms intrude percussive notes of black
Even now hinting at green violins.
Pearly piccolo sounds of pussy willow
Green cello sound of the grass.
Trumpet yellow forsythia fanfares
Introduce the final coda.
Before the full orchestral performance
Of Spring in Maine.
Published in 'Hidden Oaks Poetry Journal' in 2008
Jim Todd 2008
