Quadrille #170: Music is My Refuge

The Songs of the Seasons

Winter calls out with blustery winds
broken by the silence of pure cold

Spring arrives with bird song
sweet echoes chanted on the wing

Summer comes with the chirping of crickets
slumber songs sung

Autumn sings dirges as frost-crisped leaves  
drop from the trees

© Colleen M. Chesebro

Linda Lee Lyberg is the host for dVerse Quadrille Monday. Linda asks us to write a quadrille (exactly 44 words, not including the title) using some form of the word music.

37 thoughts on “Quadrille #170: Music is My Refuge”

        1. Two days later and a huge swath of the state is still without power. We’re lucky where we live in East Lansing. All of our power lines are underground so the ice storm didn’t knock out power.

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