not a bird in earsight,
but the wind is quite insistent
as the leaves rustle and chatter in
conversation every instant
the sky is blue, the sun elsewhere
your eyes are dry, face bare.
the clouds are few but lazy as ever!
hope to stand and watch forever,
the perfect wind that flips your hair but it's
welcome as home, the
silence that fills your head with talk.
a beautiful day!
look at the small things and you will find happy hiding away