Lyric

by Patrick Erickson
 

The wind howls
and I have no strings

The wind whistles
and I have no reeds

Oh, it sings, it sings!
It trumpets spring

Daylilies sound off the morning glory
and I have no brass

But I have the sun and the moon
I have the sharps and the flats.

 2003 by Patrick Erickson. All rights reserved.
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