the sounds of summer
cicadas calling
crickets croaking
bird song
wind howling
surf rolling
sunshine caressing
boats buzzing by
children squealing
splashing in every puddle
rowers shouting instructions
fisher folk chatting
old plumbing knocking
anyone able to share your sounds of winter?
aroused 
All that – and cane toads croaking!
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Summer sounds mimic the busyness of man, but winter sounds whisper with nature’s grace.
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I love your sounds of Summer! As for sounds of Winter: howling winds, happy shouts of children playing in the snow, and the coughing of all those Winter colds!
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What beautiful prose, effortless words and alluring to senses. I didn’t know that it is called Brahmin kite:)
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My sounds of winter…we have the silly sound what I lovingly refer to as laughing ducks…the squeaky ducks…the blue jay calls that so fascinate me…the call of a of an osprey…the calls of the Sandhill Cranes. I’m a little bird obsessed (my hubby has lovingly been referring to me as having bird brain when we’re out and about for our evening walks). 🤗💖
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oh what a lovely nickname, honouring your love of birdlife 🙂
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Yes, I agree!😁 ❤️
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my nickname in UK was ‘blossom’, coz when I saw them I had to take loads of pics … they are not common where I grew up 🙂
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Awwww that’s beautiful 💖 😊
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🙂
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You illustrate summer mood quite well, Kate. I am curious about the name of the kite 😊
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it is a juvenile osprey Rupali, it will grow very big
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Thanks.
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Snow crunches
Ice crackles
Drip, drip, drip say the icicles hanging off eaves
Squeals of sheer pleasure slide down snowy hills
Honk, honk, honk blasts out as unintended glides over road lines begin
Blessed, miraculous silence when the city is tucked in by nature’s white blanket.
Those are the days I most love about winter, that quiet stillness that I wish for
nearly every other day of the year.
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I add, my copy and paste into the comment box did not format as I intended. 🙂
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WP comments and posts seem to have their very own formating, no real control but it sure sounds cooling!
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wow I can’t imagine enjoying that cold, but your sounds describe it so well … appreciate you sharing your favourite time of year 🙂
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Beautiful poem, SweetKate! 🙂 What wonderful welcome sounds! 🙂
Here in winter we hear…
Blowing winds competing in howls with the wolves and coyotes
Soft winds whispering through the aspen trees
Icy hail hitting the window panes
Winter birds noisily reminding us they don’t go south ( 🙂 )
The crunch of snow as we walk on it
Sound of the tea pot whistling…hot beverage ready to drink!
To name a few 🙂
(((HUGS))) 🙂
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oh that cooled me down quickly, thanks for sharing kind heart! hugs and pats 🙂
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Enchanting and exciting poem for the summer that sets in. Loved the picture of the Brahmin Kite.
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much appreciated Kamal!
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Thanks dear Kate ❤️
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I think I prefer the sounds of summer to the sounds of winter…
Snow dampening
Voices carried away on the wind
Footsteps muffled
In drifted snow
The howl of wind
Whistling through bare branches
The icy blade of winter
Pierces the grey sky
And yet there is no cry
No sob
No rattle
From summer’s death throes
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ooh haunting and chilling, cooled me right down thanks Val!
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Cicadas…definitely summer. (K)
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for sure 🙂
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That Kite picture us so perfect and beautiful, what a gift that you took that picture! I became aware of the Hum of my heater in this cold cold weather, while enjoying the sounds of your beautiful summer poem 🙂
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ah if it’s only a hum that could be hypnotic 🙂 Yes he stood there perfectly still eyeballing me while I walked right past … no zoom lense used for this one 🙂
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Truly wow – for this picture!
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Here the sounds of summer, and here the sounds of winter: the crunch of ice under my feet, the squeaking of frost under the soles, the howling of the wind and the sprinkling of snow. Today it is raining and snowing, gloomy, and leaden, dark clouds in the sky.
greetings
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oh thank you so much for sharing those sounds, you have such a warm heart 🙂
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You’ve captured it perfectly Kate, though we have magpies singing here 😁
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the butchers have moved elsewhere after I bought a bunnings bird … keeps them off my patio 🙂
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Your poem carries me on the Mediterranean sea areas with all of their sounds. Your poem , Kate , is a enchantment.
Love ❤
Michel
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much appreciated Michel, I thought you northerners needed a warm up 🙂
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Indeed , Kate, in the south of France such the Provence all is different : the warmth and the light are better . It was what the painter Van Gogh was loving . ❤
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ah the master!
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Do you like his painytings ?
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indeed I do, went to his museum in Holland, that was amazing!
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I guess, Kate .
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oh you must try to get there once all this gloom lifts, it was amazing!
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Btw, that kite looks regal! Wonderful pic. 👌🏼
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he’s an Osprey, my neighbour … a dream come true! I went out of my way to visit a NZ area to spot my first and now I have several living nearby, how blessed am I 🙂 I was that close to him, I walked within a foot of him and he didn’t flinch, just kept eyeballing me 🙂
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That is so wonderful! Lol he was trying to frighten you ! Now he has gained a friend. 😀
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oh I have much respect for them 🙂
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You are so lucky to hear all these wonderful sounds! We hear the birds only early in the morning or late evening in summers. The rest of the day is a cacophony of horns, drills, hammers and the like, summer or winter!
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oh yes did I mention the horns in my post, must add it … Delhi was a blast 😉
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Delhi is a blast for a short visit! 😅
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indeed, I could not live there more than a week … I always caught those buses north very quickly 🙂
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Such a wonderful poem!!! Enchanting! 🙂
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much appreciated Linda … really appreciated your dedicated reading when you post so little, looking forward to your next one 🙂
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Oh, how lovely kate…your poem did remind of summer..
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thanks so much Mich … how are you coping over there?
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Oh, this is really not well…we’ve all been separated during the holidays…because of the new variant
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oh how sad, I thought you were finally reunited … how tough it must be for all of you!
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we were for a while but work calls and work places kinda made it complicated.
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I’m very sorry to hear that, so are you in a hotel by yourself again?
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Your poem has evoked all the summer memories.
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All those who are experiencing winter do.
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