The forest is waking.
Pines and cedars
are greener than ever
while the oaks blossom.
Robins and blackbirds
chirp in earnest
scouring the leaf litter for hiding invertebrates.
The air’s stillness is swept away
by a gentle breeze, cooling my skin
heated by the sun.
Other than that,
there is only silence,
a good silence,
a slowly-rousing-from-winter silence.
It’s beautiful.
May 25, 2013
May 25, 2013 at 8:49 PM UTC
The forest is waking.
Pines and cedars
are greener than ever
while the oaks blossom.
Robins and blackbirds
chirp in earnest
scouring the leaf litter for hiding invertebrates.
The air’s stillness is swept away
by a gentle breeze, cooling my skin
heated by the sun.
Other than that,
there is only silence,
a good silence,
a slowly-rousing-from-winter silence.
It’s beautiful.
4/9/12
(c) MDC
