burke: SPRING SILENCE

 

SPRING SILENCE

Piano notes, a blow fly

and bees buzzing. May I

humbly ask you not to speak?
In this old country house
the woodwork remembers
wind, nostalgia in every knot.
Floor, chairs and table,
doors and jambs, sideboard,
window frames and picture frames,
residual wind hums beneath
neighbourhood noises. A day
without a clanger in my bell,
I hear the sweet song
of everything else.