In June, the windows are open at night, Letting in the cooler air Which sweeps away the humidity of day Heavy with sweat and effort. The insects hum, a soft drone, A backing track to sweet slumber, Until the birds awaken en masse, Before the first rays of light Break over the horizon, Their chirps and caws and coos Calling to me, and to the Sun, Like a mother gently waking her child, "It's time! Day has begun!"
composer, teacher, collaborative pianist, blogger