Mother's Music & A Murder of Crows

Once upon a time, there was music playing

all the day through

and on into the night

It played in my head

or on my stereo

or the tiny player that could fit in my pocket

The music was always playing

Now, tho

it is a different kind of music

playing all the day through

and on into the night

It is the music of Mother's creation

now, in the middle of the day

it looks like nite

the clouds are so dense and full

it seems not to be day at all

Thunder rolls

off in the distance

a low rumbling that feels strong

as it travels through the Earth

up into my feet

Deep murmurs from Mother herself

wind chimes ring without rhythm

as if She is turning the Wind on and off

on a whim

perhaps to see if I

am listening

The Crows just landed in the middle of the yard

a murder of Crows

waiting

as if they know something I don't

They seem oddly still

eerie messengers crowing

"Take shelter, Human. Get away from the window.
It is a clip from a Hitchcock movie

only it is not

This is my reality

right now, at this moment

The Thunder grows louder

closer

and now the Trees are dancing at a fever pitch

the wind chimes clang, not sing

Loud and angry sounds

or is that me?

I love these sounds

more than the music that once played

all the day through

and on into the night

It is the music of my Mother

playing madly

for my pleasure.