Nature’s Orchestra by Sarah Das Gupta

Derek Keats

Nature’s Orchestra

The voices of Spring sound clearly in the percussive music of water. The snow melts in the high mountains. Streams clash against rocks. The watery roll of drums roars and crashes in majestic turmoil. In the valleys the river splashes and plays on the trailing strings of willow and elder.

The wind tunes up with a soft breeze, plucking playfully at the first flowers. White wood anemones bend and dance to rippling notes from winds of the South. New leaves try a tentative whisper, a plea to the storm clouds to wait for the crashing crescendo of brass, which will mourn the death of Summer.

Now the first cuckoo call, the rise and fall of nature’s clarinet overture to Spring and rebirth. The blackbird’s cascade of notes echoes from the budding elm. In the grey layers of twilight, the ring dove’s soft tone rinses the ear, as sweetly as any oboe, in the scented air.

© Sarah Das Gupta

Sarah Das Gupta

Sarah Das Gupta is an 82-year-old, handicapped poet from Cambridge, UK. She started writing poetry in 2022 after an accident that has prevented her from walking more than a few metres. Her work has been published in over twenty countries. Writing has enabled her to travel and communicate with many people through words.

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