Today´s peace

Today´s peace

The wind is as still as death

Twenty five degrees and no breeze

There is noone in this part of the park.

Alone with my panting dog and the brustly

bristly grass.

I look at the surrounding tree´s dead still,

a bird makes a cackle sound another a peep

and yet another a cooing sound.

There is no movement the bush is on pause

The odd falling leaf and some brave distant twittering,

from here you can watch the grass grow.