Insect fiddles play. Hidden from their audience, They screech their night tunes. Naught cuts the still air But the neighbor’s
Birds too-EE TEE-oo Cars sploosh rain with their tires Sounds through my window.
Winter Welcome to 2011 Rumbling thunder sounds Bright flashes jolt morning skies Change in the weather.
The lights and music Resonate through chill air and Winter rituals. Digging the spirit, But not the commercial trash. Sell,