Making Music

There is no music in a rest, but there is

the making of music in it.

John Ruskin

The soil has slept and rested

While overhead God cleaned the sky

With snowflakes and raindrops

Children played indoors

Cold kept gardeners at bay

While the air froze out impurities

And worn grasses withered to

Make room for the new.

Winter was harsh and held no music

But during the rest 
Made some–Yes!