Drought Break

The first splash,
a drum crash
on hardpan.
Tin roof hiss,
a slow kiss
that grows
into rushing
percussion.

New voices rise,
warbles and sighs,
from beneath the shelter
of tree ferns–
a chorus begins,
magpie trills
and woodwind,
as sound
to the outback
returns.

Ryan Stone

Another bite at dVerse quadrille #33 – Sound Off!

Lunchline Metaphysics

His smile dies unseen
by You’re Being Served By Eve

though he’s loved her
each lunch break,
in a year full
of lunch breaks–

one more lonely sapling
in a nondescript forest

where he knows should he fall
he won’t even make a sound.

Ryan Stone

It’s quadrille Monday at dVerse and today’s prompt is Sound Off!