Trees are All Muted

From walk of Wednesday, February 8, 2018

Birds going crazy;

They're all over the feeder,

In the driving snow.

Lined up in order.

Birds patiently wait their turn

Under sheets of white.

In the steady snow

I hear no hint of a car;

Everything's silent.

Trees are all muted

With the mask of falling snow

Gentle tinkling sound.

The only sound heard

On this white swept plane of snow:

Crunching of my boots.

I stand quietly

In the middle of the road;

No fear of autos.