Nature Lover Poem by Albert Ahearn

Nature Lover

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The day is brilliant with sunlight,
songbirds serenade the season,
maples sway to music of the spheres
melodies only they can hear.
Cabbage whites flutter and flit
above and about, everywhere;
A lion's tooth unaware it’s
a weed shares a bed with tulips.
Within this harmony of spheres
I too feel its rhapsodic pulse-
A lover of nature’s impulse
to capture this temporal scene
as I do now by fits and starts
with measured words and golden mean.

Sunday, August 2, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
*music of the spheres was an ancient philosophical concept that regards proportions in the movements of celestial bodies—the Sun, Moon, and planets—as a form of inaudible music.
**Golden mean is the desirable middle between two extremes, one of excess and the other of deficiency. Used in this instance for word usage in the poems construction.
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