Snow falls noiselessly from a windless sky, alighting on back deck and fence post, shed roof and fallow field. We can feel the gathering of snowflakes but cannot hear their conversation. Rabbit tracks crisscross white breast of winter.
Spring crocus push through snow’s crust soundlessly, if not effortlessly. Green spears surround the hardy stem. Bright purple petals display golden stamen and pistil. Life is determined to bloom and reproduce beauty.
Dark eyes watch intently, soft nose wriggles. Wild rabbit moves stealthily on fur-boot feet. No rustle of leaf, no snap of stick, just a flicker of movement and flash of cotton-ball tail. First a twitch, then a hop, final sprint beneath spruce.
earth tilts toward sun
far side of moon holds silence
seasons change places
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Haibun Monday at dVerse Poets, hosted by Frank Tassone
a poem in my pocket 
Apr 27, 2026 @ 21:29:53
What a wonderful exploration of what it means to feel silence in harmony with nature – Jae
Apr 27, 2026 @ 21:24:10
I can relate to this
“earth tilts toward sunfar side of moon holds silenceseasons change places”