Contemplation

Still sky, nothing moving
Barren of cloud, yet beautiful
In its quiet emptiness.
Distance void of meaning
No human eye can penetrate
The silent space.

Grey stark tree trunks
Force one's eyes from the empty space
And penetrate the stillness -
No life stirs.

Search higher,
Yet feast not your eyes on the heavens
And somewhere in between
A breeze breathes life.

Green leaves sway gently
From spreading branches
Born of the grey stark trunks
And a bird finds refuge
To break the silence.

Perhaps already there
And I didn't hear.

                               © Helen Catherine Cramer