An Uncanny Quiet Who shall tend the Garden In an afternoon of snow When the ground is frozen And no birds sing? Around the holly bush The seed is scattered, Dark pellets bruising white-- Still no flapping of the wing. All is quiet in the field. Leaving footprints in the snow, A lonesome bunny listens, Yet no birds sing. Dena L Moore November 10, 2001 Note: "And no birds sing" is a line from John Keats "La Belle Dame sans Merci," one of my favorite poems. An Uncanny Quiet appears in my collection, Immortality Lives, and is currently available at Amazon.com, BN.com, Walmart.com, and most other online distributors. |
Poetry of Love, Loss, and the Occult |
An Uncanny Quiet Who shall tend the Garden In an afternoon of snow When the ground is frozen And no birds sing? Around the holly bush The seed is scattered, Dark pellets bruising white-- Still no flapping of the wing. All is quiet in the field. Leaving footprints in the snow, A lonesome bunny listens, Yet no birds sing. Dena L Moore November 10, 2001 Note: "And no birds sing" is a line from John Keats "La Belle Dame sans Merci," one of my favorite poems. An Uncanny Quiet appears in my collection, Immortality Lives, and is currently available at Amazon.com, BN.com, Walmart.com, and most other online distributors. |
The front page poem changes every 2-3 weeks. All work on this website are original poems by Dena L. Moore and are copyrighted. If you would like to post any of my work on your site or in print, please contact me or my publisher for permission. The poetry on this site is only a very small sampling of my work. This page was last updated on July 6, 2003 Copyright February 2001 Dena's Poetry: Poetry of Love, Loss, and the Occult is Written, Designed, and Maintained by Dena L. Moore |
