Thursday, March 31, 2011

The Noise that Woke Me


There are creeks and snaps all around
like crickets singing on a warm night
Louder sporadic cracks are near
as wood popping on the hearth
A soft sizzle in the background begins
with no sign of diminishing, it slowly swells
The lulling symphony is disrupted when
a thunderous blast hits the far end of the roof
It crescendos, moving closer from overhead
the white noise of the water blinds the fire into silence

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