Softness Without Sun

Sun has retreated;
Still the forsythia shines;
Lilacs are waiting.










The air cleaner hums,
Emphasizing the silence--
Absence of voices

On the evergreen
Brown needles hang in clusters:
Nature's oracle.



Flock of silent birds
Rises swiftly from the field
Into the gray sky.










Its job is finished;
No longer pushed by snow banks,
The fence can lay back.

Softness without sun
Falls upon the clouded road
Muting all noises.

My old kitty friend
Out for her own morning walk
Runs up to greet me.










At the edge of the marsh
A cluster of daffodils
Pretend to be wild.

Suspended mid air
Long broken branch has been caught--
Silhouetted high.








Few cars pass today;
The woods are full of silence;
Not even birds chirp.

Buds are everywhere
Bursting open and blooming;
White and yellow rule.