You Can't Stop Them Now!

 

A touch of gloom now;
Greyness infects my spirits.
Screw April showers!

 A stay in bed day.
OK I'll stop complaining--
Off on a new walk!

  

Slowly they open--
Green leaves on the sleeping trees.
You can't stop them now!

Through the dim gray light:
Top of a distant mountain
Soft between tree tops.

Small dark silhouette
In the skeletal branches:
Bird calls for lover.

Long thin supple branch
Suspended where it was caught
By a friendly tree.

Buzz saw and gun shots;
Woodpecker on hollow tree:
Sounds on a gray day.

The earth is breathing;
Not even the leaves rustle--
No sounds on gray day.