My poetry

Ode to nature

A tetric storm looms over the sea, dark clouds dance wildly under a creepy black sky. They sound like timpani, trombone, a monochrome piano, cymbals, cello and trumpets, representing the thundering sound of the tide. The wind sings a sad melody and desolation, suddenly it blows with fury and the violins, the bass drum, the piano and the oboe, accompany that litany. In the more southern forests where the cold and fog cover the leafy interior and only a dim light illuminates the green ocher of dusk. A distant sound grows more and more, flowing from the sad strings of the violin and the flute, the bass drum, the timpani and arpeggios of bassoon and cello, describe the twilight environment of the forest. In the prairie dawn, it releases the vivifying energy, the birds, the breeze, the wild flowers, the wet grass and the stream that descends of the mountain, they begin an ode to the nature. The xylophone, the harp, the flute, the piano with sharp notes and the clarinet accompany and almost perfectly mimic the natural sounds. In this case, a creation of man, music, is positively compatible with the wonderful creation of God.

©Patricia Picardi, text and photo. April, 2017