Fading to Whisper

 

Hummingbird still  hangs
Transparent in the window;
Seen through--sees nothing.

Humming is inside;
Cold still silence is outside;
I am in between.

 

White lines in the sky
Connect the gray leaden clouds,
Then they fade away. 

 

 Swirling piece of wood
Lies next to parallel boards--
A trash heap sculpture.

 

Wind and clouds playing
Shifting patterns in the sky;
Shadows on the ground.

 

 Newly cut branches
Do not hang over the road
(That's why they were cut)

Faces in the clouds
Move swiftly in the loud wind
Dissolving quickly.

 

The wind is rising,

Bellowing in the forest;
Fading to whisper.