Spring brings with her many sounds

Cuckoo

Spring brings with her many sounds,

Many moods she chooses to reflect and be,

Morning breeze gently kisses a bud yet to open its eyes,

While the first rays of the Sun takes it time to sink in the sleepy landscape,

Sounds never cease to leave,

Spring brings with her many sounds,

Many moods she chooses to reflect and be,

The rooster deems it necessary to call it a day,

He takes upon himself to wake up the lazy bones, up and alright,

Carefully he marches to his spot for his rooster call, the cows moo heavily in attendance,

Sounds never cease to leave,

Spring brings with her many sounds,

Many moods she chooses to reflect and be,

The crow caws calling his comrades,

For an early morning meeting,

They swish in to partake a spot of food heartily,

Sounds never cease to leave,

Spring brings with her many sounds,

Many moods she chooses to reflect and be,

Noon welcomes a gloomy silence,

That wind never lets to be, rustling and stomping on a fallen leaf,

While squirrels squeak merrily in the background, jumping and frolicking,

Sounds never cease to leave,

Spring brings with her many sounds,

Many moods she chooses to reflect and be,

Evening sets in, sharp call of a melodious cuckoo calling its mate,

From the foliage that hide its pretty coloured plumage,

Romance fills in the air effortlessly,

Sounds never cease to leave,

Spring brings with her many sounds,

Many moods she chooses to reflect and be,

Twilight alights,

And the day isn’t done for the chirpy crickets,

There’s a hard working bee in the background bustling before a flower closes itself for the day,

Sounds never cease to leave,

Spring brings with her many sounds,

Many moods she chooses to reflect and be,

When she departs this time, like all other times,

She takes away, all her chirpiness and sounds,

Vibrance of colours and sounds is sucked away,

Sound ceases, to leave,

Spring brings with her many sounds,

Many moods she chooses to reflect and be,

This time around, a faint murmur of prayer is whispered,

As panicky sirens of ambulance register deep in my heart,

Doctors diligently doing their duty,

Families on tenterhooks,

I pray for these sirens to leave soon and clear,

I wouldn’t want them to accompany spring or later,

Let spring and her sounds be ever in the forefront ,

While the blaring sirens leave and world be hale and hearty,

Momentarily,

Sound never cease to leave.

415 words.

Notes :- Covid situation even though is improving here, but life isn’t as it was before. The scary ambulance sirens accompanies throughout the day.

Acknowledgements :- Thank you Laura Boomsbury for hosting MTB at dVerse. The challenge is to write a poem containing :-

1a. Epiphora (aka Epistrophe or Antistrophe). The end line repeats should for the most part be consecutive, although allowances are made for alternates as well as the use of the repeat word with variance. Employ repetitions with the maxim ‘ too often is too heavy’!

AND those who like an extra challenge might like to add in some
 
1b. Symploce – the  combined use  of anaphora and epiphora.

Fun Fact: Epiphora in medical terms means watery eyes due to excess tear production. So you may like to write a tear-jerker, something sad at least. Its optional!

For rules please refer here. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.

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