Neil


 * A Sound No longer Heard**

The distant whoosh of cars, Not far in inches and feet Are rendered a world away By this new reality, The cars barely audible over the forest’s silence, The rarest of noises Long since muted by society: The bird twittering in a nearby tree, The gentle rustle of the canopy, An acorn falling, Ready to rear up a tree Joining its ranks among the oaks and beaches surrounding me That have already begun shedding their growth Their colorful leaves wafting down Through the forest’s silenced roar