Down the street the daffodils are blooming
Most folks have picked up the sticks
And broken branches from their yard.
The flags are hung out on nice days.
Down the street a
Murmuration of Starlings and a worm of robins bounce
Along, tweaking at grass and poking at dirt.
Just before sunset
A gentle spring breeze is passing.
To close your eyes
And listen to the quiet street
And hear the birds after a long winter
Is delicious.
This time between six and sundown is sacred.
Down the street 
The church will be filled
For Easter Vigil,
But I will hear the quiet 
And watch the cars go past my house and
Down the street.


©April 19, 2025
Diane E. Dockum