Suspense and Promise

The trees are thinking the air
is still, tiny movements
touch their branches -
cool air brings moisture
and a watery sun
brightens; the squirrels
are thinking, they pause,
eyes gleaming, clasping rosy
hands across their fluffy white 
chests and wait to see ...	
the plants are thinking
as they push tiny shoots green
above ground
and peep about them;
the haar clings softly to
the hill, making us pale.
Suspense and promise
is the day, as if it waits
for an unknown signal
to burst into life and
movement.

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