Monday, January 07, 2008

Morning Mood

All night that mean wind howled round the house
rain pitter-pattered in the gutters,
splattered on the windowpane. Morning
wind dies down to mutters punctuated
by the caws of crows.
Now the tree leaves hiss and whisper
shifting overhead and dropping
water plopping on the sidewalks where my

Morning Mood is the title of a piece from the Peer Gynt suites composed by Edvard Grieg, for Henrik Ibsen's play Peer Gynt.


tumblewords said...

Great sounds there and the three final lines are a perfect stop. Nice!

sister AE said...

This is especially fun to read aloud.

Crafty Green Poet said...

this describes our recent weather perfectly, very evocative

Christy said...

A wonderful piece of writing, I loved it!

I was inspired this week by much the same weather and ended up writing two poems.

sbpoet said...

Ah, we both hissed, and whispered -- that kind of weather, I guess. Yours is more fun, though.

Holly Mac said...

I agree with everyone. There are such great sounds in this piece. Nicely done.

Penelope Anne said...

Wonderful use of sounds heard within this piece, thank you for sharing.

My submission is:

...deb said...

Wonderful images and rhythms, too. I can hear and feel Portland weather.