The Cacophany of Nature at Dawn

I cannot help but hear

the echo of your words

what am i to do with them?

feed them to the annoying crows

that wake me in my time of sleep?

Much needed sleep

awake to the essence

of freshly mowed grass,

the busyment of playing children

and people with places

but still the smoke rises

to easily to meet the clouds.

The mighty maple still mounts itself

upon a daisied and wildflowered hill,

the sweet scent of lilac’s perfume

lets me forget for just a moment

the idle banter between robin and crow 

and the words you said to me.