The earth is waiting;
Fir trees bending in the breeze;
The sky's not falling.
A soundless outside;
A gentle humming inside;
A gust of strong wind.
Leaning on the fence
Even old poles have to rest
Like all of us do.
Two swings, one ladder,
Unused in the empty yard;
No shouts--no chatter.
Floating on water
Ice flowers, sharp and opaque
Refuse to dissolve.
Forsythia bush
Has caught a fallen tree limb
In a snarled embrace.
Invisible force
Bows and bends the yellow tape
Without a whisper.
Beneath the water
Dead leaves take on new life:
Illumination.
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