These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

White Noise

Sitting down to rest my mind
a canvas drape of sound
begins to call to sleep so kind
as gentle noise abounds.

A distant blower moves the leaves,
droning on and on.
'Tis easier than piles to heave,
and quickly task is won.

The cars and semis on the road
make Doppler take effect.
These tools of life become a node,
that make the ears reflect.

The mint leaves stand so joyful still,
just living without thought.
They glorify the honored Will
of He, Who made and bought.

The "roaring" of the quiet yard
makes squirrel's quiver freeze
as he sees me he tries so hard
to statue nary breeze.

But running 'way, he squeaks and trills,
that all should mind his space.
To come too close brings fears, not thrills
with scratches of disgrace.

A trailer bounces, lum, lum, lum,
uneven on the way.
To work it sounds most like a drum
in movement nearly play.

by Jay O’Toole
on February 16th, 2024