When All

When silent words of nerve run dry

and those that create the sound

ask why,

I look outside my window,

peek,

then listen to green blades

that move me,

keep

the rolling rows that ne'er

run out

the simple sounds

that try to scout

Just how did you lose sight

of this

when all that mattered was

what was missed.

There are a lot of things we miss out on. Spring is just one of them.