Quiet, Please
Hummingbird at the honeysuckle vine. Ferns fluttering by the pond I visible writing of butterflies. No quack, moo, hiss, bark, howl or meow. Only silence from the tall giraffe Milkweed pods, their silky threads sprinkling the air A haystack in the field. The tractor wheels are still Mushrooms sprouting in the gentle rain Bare feet on the dewy grass at dawn. The velvet passage of a deer in the underbrush. A golden carp amid water lilies in a blue pool A canoe in the early morning most, The paddle dipping and disappearing in dripping circles The bark in a birch tree uncurling, Creamy magnolia leaf dropping to the ground. A bird taking a bath in the dust, Ruffling its feathers. Blue hydrangeas nodding their flower jeads By the summer porch. A starfish spreading its arms. Moonlight making a checkerboard on a brick wall The spider's Web. A weaver at the loom, unfolding woolen skeins. A silent Web of thoughts The first star in the evening sky. Snow.
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