The Silence of the Birds

In the inhale of the earth,
The silence of the birds,
The watching for the white Sun - 
Dry words are breathing.

When the wind has torn the forests,
But the moorhens deem it safe
To walk on dirty water -
Write of their returning.

When the tree arms unbend
And creatures crawl curious,
Unsinging,
There is the poem, 
The tin grey cloud in its palm -
Eyes towards its absence. 

C. LJ Ireton 2024