These listening days

I can hear the trees,

blowing in the wind.

The faint sound of an ambulance siren far away,

through the attic window.

In the park,

a man calls his dog~

and beyond that,

the church bell peals.

It's calling the faithful to prayer.

Leaves that crackle underfoot.

Spices and scents that make me dream of you.

These,

these are the listening days.