Bellowing Whispers

 

Cars murmur past me
As I sit in my kitchen.
Snow clumps fall from trees.

 

House is silent again;
Refrigerator mutters
Then joins the silence.

 

It's just below freezing;
A cold wind blows up the road.
Winter's still ruling.

 

 

 End of the driveway,
Blue package lies with the news--
Hot news on cold ice.

 

Somewhere a dog barks;
The last drops cling to the bush;
The wind speaks no words.

 

 The snow is waiting,
Beyond the distant wind chimes
In the blue gray sky.

Road is shadowless;
The wind sweeps away the clouds--
The shadows return.

 

 

Deep in the forest
Wind has found its voice again,
Bellowing whispers.