The stars are also there when I don’t see them

The stars are also there when I don’t see them.
The memory of ancient forests is carried by the earth and the stones.
The humming bees and singing birds from long ago still have an echo.
The weather comes an goes.

in my heart the wind is not that strong today
more like the calmness after a storm.
Though not that cold, the stillness of winter gets to the bones.
When I listen carefully in a quiet late night I can hear the stars even indoors.