MARCH REIGNS OVER WINTER NOISE

March rains have silenced the highway
Treads on tarmac no longer clatter
Like a thousand rapid horse clops
Echoing down the hill
To the dell where I dwell
Acoustically absorbed in verdant lushness
Where stark, boney trees yesterstood
Out against the grey harshness of winter.
Nor does the gravel crunch beneath my feet
Cushioned by sunlight seeking cells
Of Gaia’s seasonal flesh tone
Between every grain to gain a quiet;
The softer sounds of songbirds
Twittering over new sown seeds
And creeping compost critters
Scurrying back to dinner
Before they are it
In nature’s life of tag.