Spring Poets
Like spring peepers we start
our early morning calling
collective subconscious
soft solo whispers in the mist
poetic sunrise synchronicity
trill and warble growing louder
each building upon another’s song
adrenaline rush ever adding voices
until everyone is singing
in harmonious cacophony
SUCH a perfect metaphor for what we do, Pamela!! Love the words you used! :)
ReplyDeleteThanks, Hannah! Ain't it the truth? Woke up with this one already putting itself together in my head yesterday -- before I'd even seen the prompt. That collective subconscious at work. :-)
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