Woodwinds

Begin the day... and I awaken to the gentle tingling,
Of the morning mists even flow, nights final breath.
And malaised by the gaunt and murky shroud impeding the sunrise;
I intently await the unfurling of natures morning crest.
Enter...an eerie chant of pipes, its echo invokes my intrepid sense;
A sudden, biting thrust of woodwinds approaching with intrusion.
Its sound a whining, writhing pitch as I spin in awkward motion;
To reveal the source and contain my paranoia's quench for peril.
But Woodwinds in the air?
I'm alerted to scriptural warnings
Woodwinds in the air... Read the Book!
I have long lamented through each yellow parched page... Now I pause;
When, my God, I am besieged by a thunderous chorus of woodwinds.
Are they in six or seven? Its numeral symbol represents the entity;
Shall I prepare for strike or implore absolution, when suddenly I...
Ascend my head to the screaming skies, my eyes a affixed in awe;
To a flock of natures feathered flyers, ensconced in melodic exchange.
Juxtaposed in arrowed flank, their conductor at the cusp;
No steeds or trumpets in this group, nor beasts with jagged horns.
Yes, woodwinds in the air indeed, but the message speaks of Genesis;
And I close The Book and embrace the sounds of natures free concert.

by Frank James Ryan

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THIS IS NOT AN ACTIVE ACCOUNT, NOR MY CURRENT POEM PAGES...THE 3 POEMS HERE ARE MIS-POSTS.THEY WERE SUPPOSED TO BE DELETED, ALONG WITH THIS LONG DEAD ACCOUNT, OVER 3 YEARS AGO....TO READ MY WORK, PLEASE EXIT & RE-TYPE IN' FRANK JAMES RYAN JR....THEN CLICK THE NAME WITH THE 70+ WORKS/POEMS.......THANK YOU....ENJOY.....FjR
Great poem Frank! is a shame there are senseless people here @ poemhunter who get off by verbally torturing others. U have my Email-please Email me Frank. Yer poem was perfect, as always it is filled with nothing but artisic vision & great conTENts. God bless the poets who do not berate-MJG. PS-Did you notice that berate rhymes with hate?
Great poem Frank! is a shame there are senseless people here @ poemhunter who get off by verbally torturing others. U have my Email-please Email me Frank. Yer poem was perfect, as always it is filled with nothing but artisic vision & great conTENts. God bless the poets who do not berate-MJG. PS-Did you notice that berate rhymes with hate?
I see a lot of your heart put into this thank you for sharing
Nature offers free concerts, indeed. The mockingbirds sing here, but perhaps you hear the meadowlark. The Book: II Corinthians 4: 8-9 'We are troubled on every side, yet not distressed; we are perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not forsaken; cast down, but not destroyed...' You write from the heart, with great eloquence.
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