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Rhythms

 

I’m the rhythm of lilting leaves

the syllables of sleeping trees

the rude rhymes of roots beneath

the song of soil's earth-heartbeat

 

I’m the rhythm of shifting sky

the subtle strains of warm sunlight

the whistle of a wind’s sharp sigh

the ripple of rain’s moonless night

 

I’m the rhythm of salt and spray

the patter of pebbles over shale

the weft of weed on watery grave

the wet percussion of the waves

 

I am the rhythm of dial and clock

the ageless face that time mocks

the hour's chimes, ticks and tocks

the sounds of life until it stops

 

 

 

© Sue Hardy-Dawson 2021


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