silence

there is a silence upon the earth,

families are sheltered in homes

not daring to step out

unless a need for provisions.

education is left to parents

reviewing letters and numbers,

over and over, how to sign your name,

pencil scribbling between lines.

walkers and runners step forth

on my street, gauging the 6’ distance

while waving and nodding

those brave to exit their safe net.

us “essential services” employees

attend work, ready to give the hex sign

of back off at a moments notice,

tis tiring being ever alert.

my brain is vacant, as is my body,

while I feel for those without a daily job

to attend to, do they feel the same

for us keeping the lines open?

I enjoy this silence, lack of traffic

in my town, allowing me to travel

from home to work to home

in record time, in silence...

March Full Moon

leaving before sunrise

the full moon of March

silenced my steps,

with a charcoal grey sky

as a back-drop, the moon

o that glorious moon

shimmered in gold,

its roundness softened

blending into the sky

I gasped not just at the view

but the morning sky in its

ominous tone...

and then freezing rain fell

Robin of Red-breast

Your early morning song

greeted me the past week,

such a heart warming

to the start of the day.

Today in brilliant sunshine

I watched you in the apple tree

serenading the neighbourhood

with your song of spring.

Sing on Robin of Red-breast

lighten the day with joy

as we struggle with winters end

which can’t come too soon.

wild water - haiku

wild water giggles

while its blanket of ice thaws

warming in sunshine

Fluffle

Well before the day wakes

I follow tracks across the front yard,

paw prints back and forth

create a trail over snowbanks

onto mine and neighbours property.

The o so familiar pattern broken

by dropped berries makes me smile,

already aware of the den under the veranda,

yet I worry for them as I’ve seen their enemies

seeking substance before light of day.

In darkness I leave for work

the cars headlights shine on movement

hopping across the street

not one, not two, but three!

the fluffle of bunnies are alive and well.