A Peaceful Day Among the Birches

Yellow, red, orange and green,
The leaves all turn so quickly
Or so it would seem.

The birch trees are plentiful around.
Sometimes it is so quiet
You do not hear a single sound.

The worn out basenji stretched out
On the tiled porch below,
Looks up at me as if to say, "Hello."

He knows, too, it is unusually quiet out there.
The wind is still, the leaves are, too.
Did all the people move away from here?

Surely not, but the tranquil day is just.
Suddenly birds scatter up above
To let me now they must.