Silent Applause

The Three Tenors- of the woods.

The busy day used up its light.

And, with the setting Sun-

fell the Night.

A misty curtain covers the stage-

while forest creatures line the way.

A twinkling star directs their path,

And a wise old Owl conducts the band.

-as if queued -

 the Moon beams bright .

Creating an alleyway 

to start the night.

An Eastern breath removes the veil.

and a landing loon swishes his tail.

A whippoorwill saunters to its post.

While the shy sleek dove sings alone.

Soon the three meld into one,

as "The Tenors," of the woods,

regale us in song. 

Sorrow pours from this piece, 

And with morning light

The grass will gleam.

Moistened by the sorrowful notes.

The tears of the forest

becomes a silent applaud.

Reviews

[A, Amos]

Sorrow pours from this piece,

And with morning light

The grass will gleam.



Moistened by the sorrowful notes.

The tears of the forest

becomes a silent applaud.
Bravo, the above verses are magically. Your writing is very alive and do speak to your readers.
Looking forward to read more of your work, I am a fan.

Cordially
A. Amos

[Cherrie]

Thank you Amos I am so pleased you enjoyed this piece I look forward to returning the visit.

[Einstein Noodle]

loons, whippoorwills and doves ... tenors of the forest .. i love it .. it resonates and is still echoing in my soul .. i enjoy the rhythms without strict form .. very cool! i am waiting for new glasses and when i first read the note i thought it said the three terrors ... the silent applause of freshly made dew is eloquent .. i have lots of whippoorwills and doves in the surrounding forest ... sadly i am the only loon :)))))))))
E.

[Cherrie]

I love the whippoorwill and mourning dove not to mention the song of that lonely loon.

[emmajoygreen]

'An Eastern breath removes the veil.
and a landing loon swishes his tail.
A whippoorwill saunters to its post.
While the shy sleek dove sings alone.

Soon the three meld into one,
as "The Tenors," of the woods,
regale us in song.

Times when what is there to be noticed is actually present, large and beckoning. Seems to wipe away tears and bring on light, welcoming gentle and refreshing rain. Perhaps? Gentle words, almost fragile that makes the reader think of a balm of sorts. Beautiful

[Betty Hermelee]

a stunning painting of nature's creatures who sing at night to silent applause, which makes me feel like there is some sorrow blended in here... your words are vivid, beautiful scene you have created....
Thank you for sharing....
Warmly, B

[Cherrie]

Thank you Betty :)

[Betty Hermelee]

You’re very welcome
Warmly, B🌷

[Alla Antsis]

Tibetan singing bowls started to ring in my mind as I was reading your lines.....what a special experience! Thank you, Cherrie

[Cherrie]

Now that is a peaceful sound.
I'm so glad you enjoyed this poem. I look forward to returning the visit.

[William Michael Reeves]

It's like there are two trios in this. The loon, whippoorwill and dove as well as the moon the forest and the mist. The star conducts them in concert with the owl. My pen applauds!!

[FGFRANKLIN]

So beautiful I can hear the singing birds. This is simply lovely.

[Cherrie]

Thank you :)I had fun letting it play out in my head.

[M]

I like that idea of the night dew actually being the tears shed by the sorrowful notes of the night choir of wood animals. A very different perspective to the usual dewdrops explanation. You have captured this mystical occurrence with a keen observer's eye and gentle pen. Such a night would deserve an encore.

[Cherrie]

:) thank you I thought it was a fun twist on dew

[Ladysue]

You write so elegantly of natures song. The sounds the happenings we can miss in our daily lives. You poem is soothing as nature itself. A magnificent write.

[Cherrie]

:) thank you Sue

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Cherry… while I slumbered all night, the Wise old Owl 🦉 led a symphony of Creatures on a path … the fourth Verse … “a landing loon.. A Whippoorwill … while the sly sleek Dove sings alone”.. is an Omen of Peace and Love. You have a Gift that flows where Faith abides… into the Eventide. “The tears of the Forest become a silent applause”. softly, Pat

[Cherrie]

Scientists my argue about the formation of dew- but- the grandkids like it. :)
Thank you Pat I'm glad you enjoyed this one you inspired it.

[Patricia Wedel]

It was like Magic and Tinker-bell flew around as though Peter Pan delivered a Spell. softly, Pat

[Cherrie]

Ya know-I guess it is the kid in me that still likes to give nature that secret life people are to busy to see.