A Poem in Progress...

Lightning Bugs and Surround Sound

Often the words to precisely capture an image remain illusive.
The eye takes in so much, the mind adds its own interpretations
-- from the moment and from memory,
The soul provides other layers from emotion.

It seems impossible now to link together a series of consonants and vowels
To describe the view from my grandmother's front porch.
The lightning bug ballet last night with the frog and cricket chorus.
The surround sound symphony this morning of gees and calling birds
-- the tweets, the whistles, the trills, accented by the rustling of light breeze through the tops of the oak trees.