Green fills the window

Green fills the window of the yard side of my house
muffling the clang of the rail road on the far side of the highway
that in early spring keeps me awake,
I do not know what the sound of silence sounds like
only the high and low where inside and outside of my head
-- especially in the early morning when I wake with the fear
of what I should have, could have done and did not,
silence is a gift from god, bequeathed on the innocent
or the feeble of mind,
of which I am neither, and all I have is a volume control
to keep from driving myself crazy.