Winter’s Symphony

In the cold of wintertime here at the lake, at Hebron,

music reverberates in the chill air, crisp and clear,

strings and winds intoned in the breezes

blowing in from the lake, circulating among the trees

gone bare, soft percussion of dry leaves quaking,

or green still with boughs weighed down

by ice and snow, the tinkling shimmer of icicles barely heard;

and stirred by crescendo winds rising and falling to pianissimo,

our senses are awakened to nature’s perfect pitch softly struck amid

winter melodies orchestrated, the red bird calling,

echoed by nuthatch and chickadee, the changing harmonies

modulating into this season of music reverberating

in the chill air, crisp and clear, of wintertime at Hebron.