Chilled

As I stood still
in March’s early morning chill,
I realized I didn’t hear the birds.
Only the banging
of freight cars and
the metal on metal grind of wheels clacking
along miles of train track
broke the silence.
Back in the house,
I wrapped myself in a hot cup of tea
and said to no one,
“They are simply sleeping...
they are simply sleeping.”

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Sometime a hot cup of tea makes a difference, we pause a moment and an appreciate life better. Birds singing is much charmer obviously! Sweet and nice Lettie!

Letitia said...

I don't know what I would do without my tea. ;) Thanks for visiting Marie. Have a beautiful day!

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