a smooth sheet of royal icing
covers tired trees and dozing grass.
time stops and nothing moves
and the day is ethereal and muffled
the answers to questions remain
untold by hibernating forests. The world is veiled
by grey curtains and the blinding subtlety
of soundproof polystyrene.
thick slices of cloud on cake-like benches
absorb spilling sugar silently
no answers to my questions in this pale stillness
cotton wool stifles the whispers that wriggle from
naked branches on forlorn trees
yesterday adorned with birds
today fall quiet, bony twigs
replacing leafy fingers
nothing moves
and I wonder...
