The diptera’s wings
the low boil of an aircraft
the scribbling of this pen
on this paper
and the flutter
of the opposite page.
All that is without sound:
the valleys and hills
the glaciers created
the small spots
of trees in leaf
in the bright fields
the white butterfly
searching golden grasses
nettles and even me
for somewhere
to scatter its seed
© Daniel James Greenwood 2015
