Today is loud, but not noisy

Today is loud, all sun and bird clatter.

And I grab scents of peonies and hope.

Although yesterday I sat inside as the cold rain drenched out the birds, the scents, the feeling of hopefulness.

As I write, I’m distracted by the stillness and those loud birds.

And I grab scents of peonies and hope.

When I was younger, I didn’t think about birds, earthy scents, or hope.

As I write, I’m distracted by the stillness and those loud birds.

I couldn’t have known that loud can be quiet, but not noisy.

When I was younger, I didn’t think about birds, earthy scents, or hope.

And anyway…I loved noisy ideas.

I couldn’t have known that loud can be quiet, but not noisy.

I had a dream that I couldn’t find the train that would take me away from work.

And anyway…I loved noisy ideas.

Although yesterday I sat inside as the cold rain drenched out the birds, the scents, the feeling of hopefulness.

I had a dream that I couldn’t find the train that would take me away from work.

Today is loud, all sun and bird clatter.