From my desk

There is a quiet noise,
A silence I can hear.
Is it the sound of
Nothing-ever-happens,
Buzzing in my ears?

Gentle and sweet air,
That comes in from the sea,
Greets me and beckons,
All to share.

Birds chatter and tweet,
A most silvery silk and slip,
To where they fly is light,
and call each one,
every other one does.

From where I sit,
Here at my desk,
Typing click and clatters,
and outside cold
falls on my skin.


© Cosmic 2011