Calm in the canopy

Calm in the canopy

The battering had died down.
Droplets lay calm and quiet in the canopy,
Caught in the embrace of stark-green leaves
That quivered against the wind that breathes
Lightly in Queen's Wood.

And so with the weakest gust of summer wind,
They left the leaves, fell, and calmly crashed
Into clay or earth, or else serenely splashed
Into puddles that had been their brethren.