Middle of Day

Chimes ring contrasting to
hammer against nail – whack!
Homes get makeovers
why not shine the dull?
Owl keeps watch with golden eyes
its presence reticent to surroundings
Birds glide in now and then for a snack
residual seed drifts to concrete
Leaves flutter from gentle nudge
of summer’s breeze
Footsteps on hardwood walk several feet
was their energy worth it?
Clinking of glass on glass adds rhythm
but not for cutting the rug
Voices remain soundless
where have all the people gone?

Lauren Scott (c) 2021

Voices

They are in control of
Their content and volume

They can spread love universally
Their intent can increase cruelty
They are powerful to a higher degree
Their gift is not to be taken in vain
They are us, they are you, and they are we
Their capability can beautify our world
They are counting on us to nurture
Their ability to mend what. has. been. broken.

Lauren Scott © 2015