Down the lane towards the river,
branches touch their fingertips together,
a leafy tunnel to catch a breeze
while I listen for drumrolls from the trees
to announce the annual rollercoaster,
the reappearance of the spotted woodpecker.
It’s already May and I haven’t heard him yet,
he must be still selecting the most perfect
of natural drums, trees long dead and hollow
on which to play his echoing glissando.
For some it is a friendly reverberation,
while others might consider it a commotion.
Whether it is a sign of happiness or warning,
I am waiting for the woodpecker each morning.
Kim M. Russell, 7th May 2020
Frank H is hosting the first Meeting the Bar prompt of May with a sequel to last month’s challenge to write a seven-line poem. Today he has doubled the challenge and asks us to write a poem of fourteen lines using any or no form.