Winters are silent
Observing cherry blossoms.
Shushed by rustling leaves.
Winds whisper with buds,
Cajoled by the sun to bloom.
Humming soft protests.
Rivers babble news,
Of the approaching villain,
Boisterous summer.
The black clouds rumble
Dusty heat grumbles away.
Petrichor whistles.
Trees hide their flowers,
Quietened for the stern winter.
Silence walks around.