Concert

As darkness falls, the house lights dim, 

the wind chimes bang and branches drum. 

They beat a rhythm for the swish 

and swirl of gusts that toss the pots 

to crash like cymbals on the lawn. 

An orchestra of percussion 

pounds the night until at last 

the thunder cracks and silence reigns 

before the woodwind birds start up 

and dawn steps out to garner all 

the clapping of another day.

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