Indolent Sun


In early March

an indolent sun

persists in tossing

volunteer rays of

soft flickering sun silk

through dark desolate

willow tree branches-

melting remnants

of snow diamond crystals

from weathered wooden planks

on my balcony.

Iím starting to think life

is an adjective exaggerated

by the sway of seasons.

Itís normal feeding time.

Below two floors

wild Canadian geese

wait impatiently

for the tossing of morning feed;

the silent sound they hear

no dropping of the seed.