The birds in the thicket lament in the breeze,
expose unfurled backs of silver leaves.
Clashing in brass, the bugler’s horn blows,
resounding in echoes booming below.
The reeded timbre of the oboe’s song
shaking the Earth with thunder strong.
Bowstrings vibrate in a taut staccato;
gracefully rain falls in a gentle legato.
Paulette Calasibetta is a retired interior designer. Her poetry has appeared on line and in print in numerous journals and anthologies.
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Paulette, as a former singer/entertainer I love your deftly fast-moving brilliant imagery in “Overture of Rain.” The wonderful instrumental comparisons perfectly reflect the weather conditions.