Saturday, December 20, 2014

A Poem by Sue Neufarth Howard


 SOUNDS LIKE MUSIC

Bamboo grove
amidst the fading forest
defoliating - gold, red,
the sounds of a chorus of
thousands
 
an evening meet-up,
more arriving each minute -
avian chit-chatting while
up high a curious squirrel,
cheek full of walnut, observes.
 
 
 
Sue Neufarth Howard: Poet and visual artist, member - Greater Cincinnati Writers League (GCWL)  and Colerain Artists. Received Third Prize and/or Honorable Mention in several Ohio Poetry Day Contests since 1998. Poems published in Her Limestone Bones: Selections from Lexington (KY) Poetry Month 2013; Pyrokinection and High Coupe online journals; Tic Toc, Storm Cycle, and Gilded Frame Anthologies - Kind of a Hurricane Press; Cattails online journal; AEQAI online magazine; the Journal of Kentucky Studies - 25th Anniversary Edition; the Mid-America Poetry Review; and The Incliner - Cincinnati Art Museum. Poetry chapbooks: TreeScapes, EarthWords, In and Out of the Blue Zoo and Haiku Moments.

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