Silence.

Chatham, Winter at Baker Springs, 2000

It was beginning winter.

An in-between time.

The landscape still partly brown:

The bones of weeds kept swinging in the wind,

Above the blue snow.

It was beginning winter.

The light moved slowly over the frozen field,

Over the dry seed-crowns,

The beautiful surviving bones

Swinging in the wind.

Light traveled over the wide field;

Stayed.

The weeds stopped swinging.

The wind moved, not alone,
Through the clear air, in the silence.

Theodore Roethke