tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067112966724673321.post6989473519704933222..comments2023-08-27T05:50:10.321-07:00Comments on My Laureate's Lasso: ST. PATRICK'S DAY: The Sound of GreenKathryn Stripling Byerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17867152753841610044noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067112966724673321.post-70065712797194974292009-03-18T05:49:00.000-07:002009-03-18T05:49:00.000-07:00Thank you, Diane. I love that sound, too. And ye...Thank you, Diane. I love that sound, too. And yes, I would stand on my porch and listen. I haven't done that yet this spring. I particularly like "the days stretch, the nights shrink," and how you have put day and night together on one line with the caesura break in the middle. Perfect. And the vowel sounds make spring music come alive.Kathryn Stripling Byerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17867152753841610044noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067112966724673321.post-76718901342248445102009-03-17T18:42:00.000-07:002009-03-17T18:42:00.000-07:00As I stood on my porch at sunset today, I could he...As I stood on my porch at sunset today, I could hear the "sound of green".<BR/><BR/>Tree frogs sing<BR/>Crickets cheep<BR/>Pink fingers of sunshine stream along the horizon<BR/>The days stretch, the nights shrink<BR/>Nature’s music reveals<BR/>Spring is here!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com