Two hundred acres – peaceful, serene
Serenity jarred by an overhead jet
And encroaching sprawl.
The still of the night
Lit by a full moon.
Hoot of an owl
Yap of a fox
Soothing din of the crickets
Gentle murmur of leaves slow dancing in the breeze
Too often interrupted.
Irritating screech of teens peeling out
Overpowering hum of traffic on yet another “greenway”
Summer scent of honeysuckle and jasmine
Overpowered by diesel and gas fumes
Trapped by the cloud beneath the moon.
What was once Vivaldi to the soul
Is now heavy metal jarring the peace.