Are you not staggered by the beauty
By the light defining the texture
of bare branches?
By the brilliance of Sirius
in the cold dark nights?
By the long violet shadows
and the faraway sun?
I am staggered by the stillness
and the silence.
The only motion is the skittering
of birds in the scrub
and the only sound is my breathing,
The Avocet Weekly, January 9, 2022