A Perfect Fit by Bradley Thomas

Listening for the aria in the still air 
Descending down the valley slip 
With the first breach of winter snow 
Repeating the coda of loose fences 
Dead branches and leaves 
Singing the end of the last summer day 
The smell of benign frozen music 
Infusing itself throughout the trees 
The formal dress of winter falls in the light wind 
As the wind delicately sews the garment 
To a perfect fit in virgin white






Bradley Thomas has a forthcoming book "Cookie Dreams" to be published in early 2019.

Before the Rehearsal by Bradley Thomas

At the grand hall at dusk, a man 
sits with his oboe alone, 
with no music in front of him

breathing notes into the 
auditorium, the air is his paper
as inspiration writes the music

of sadness; lost arguments, failed
dreams, and departed loved ones echoes as
shaded notes rise up, in hopes

they may find a place of consolation and 
understanding if only for a moment 
while the notes sings of his soul 

in this hall of confessions, he asks forgiveness, 
playing notes of repentance, seeking redemption
in melody before the sound dissipates into silence