. While Unheard Anthems Raise Nature has a panoply __Of instruments it plays. The forests form the canopy __Uplifting arms in praise. Woodwinds play the melody __Blowing on the reeds. Cold sleet plays the timpani __While thunder shakes the trees. Icicles are tinkling bells __As winter keeps the pace. A dirge is playing in the dells __With bullfrogs on the bass. Somber wolves are on the prowl __Searching for their game; They join the winds in savage howl, __Singing of their claim. Stars are sparkling in the ice; __The strobe lights of life’s praise. Nature is alive and dead __While unheard anthems raise. . . Whistling Wistful Winter Winds Whistling wistful winter winds Tussling through the trembling trees Tell a torrid tale of time Lifting little lovelorn leaves. . . LTC Roy E. Peterson is a writer, retired U.S. Army Military Intelligence Officer, Foreign Area Officer, and Foreign Commercial Officer who currently resides in Texas.