I went out to hear

the lull at dawn
a moment of pause,
earth waiting to exhale
the affairs of day

then hummers whir
poke at the feeder
they chitter and bicker
pushing for domain

daffodils unfold
yesterday a few, now
over sixty, proclaiming
winter’s thin warmth
might become spring

the rumble of tires
on pavement, strident
humans headed to work
the exhalation has begun

all of it,
held in primal silence
all of it,
sacred ground

2023 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.