{"id":1958,"date":"2015-08-10T11:36:24","date_gmt":"2015-08-10T11:36:24","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.reggiemorrisey.com\/?p=1958"},"modified":"2015-08-10T12:50:17","modified_gmt":"2015-08-10T12:50:17","slug":"1958","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.reggiemorrisey.com\/?p=1958","title":{"rendered":"Listen"},"content":{"rendered":"<div id=\"pl-1958\"  class=\"panel-layout\" ><div id=\"pg-1958-0\"  class=\"panel-grid panel-no-style\" ><div id=\"pgc-1958-0-0\"  class=\"panel-grid-cell\" ><div id=\"panel-1958-0-0-0\" class=\"so-panel widget widget_black-studio-tinymce widget_black_studio_tinymce panel-first-child panel-last-child\" data-index=\"0\" ><div class=\"textwidget\"><p>Soon, we'll reach the tipping point, when languid summer spills into a bustling fall. Yet, distinct sounds vie for our attention now; the rustle of tree leaves and bounce of full-blossomed flowers;\u00a0swaying marsh grass; ever-flowing water against a shore; the dash of hummingbird wings; a wind chime rustling up a thunderstorm.<\/p>\n<p>Each morning, nature tunes the instruments of the day. Whether you are young or simply young at heart, taking note of the summer's tones\u00a0can be as delicious as pausing to lick an ice cream cone.<\/p>\n<p>You are welcome to consider a handful of poems I've written over the years, inspired by the sounds of summer. If you are in the midst of a city, in a wintry hemisphere\u00a0or out at sea and away from summer delights,\u00a0click to listen for instant recall.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.reggiemorrisey.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/03\/RM_WatchingJennyMow.mp3\">Watching Jenny Mow<\/a> 2005<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.reggiemorrisey.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/03\/032815_004_Vincenzos40Something.mp3\">Vincenzo's 40-Something Birthday<\/a> 1990<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.reggiemorrisey.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/03\/032515_031_Foreground.mp3\">Foreground<\/a> 1995<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.reggiemorrisey.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/03\/RM_MotherMine1.mp3\">Mother Mine<\/a> 1980<\/p>\n<p>Visit the <strong>Listening Booth<\/strong> for other poetry readings.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div><div id=\"pgc-1958-0-1\"  class=\"panel-grid-cell\" ><div id=\"panel-1958-0-1-0\" class=\"so-panel widget widget_black-studio-tinymce widget_black_studio_tinymce panel-first-child panel-last-child\" data-index=\"1\" ><div class=\"textwidget\"><p><div id=\"attachment_1960\" style=\"width: 187px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.reggiemorrisey.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/08\/Path.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-1960\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-1960\" src=\"https:\/\/www.reggiemorrisey.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/08\/Path-177x300.jpg\" alt=\"Perfect Path by Vincent Mancuso\" width=\"177\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.reggiemorrisey.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/08\/Path-177x300.jpg 177w, https:\/\/www.reggiemorrisey.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/08\/Path.jpg 377w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 177px) 100vw, 177px\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-1960\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Perfect Path by Vincent Mancuso<\/p><\/div><\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Soon, we&#8217;ll reach the tipping point, when languid summer spills into a bustling fall. 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