The Sun Is So Quiet

Quiet . . .

like a quilt on a feather bed . . .

and frost on the window . . .

we write our names knowing . . .

the sun will melt them off

But the sun is so quiet . . .

that we don't care we smile

—from Connie by Nikki Giovanni

The quiet and noisy, wintery and sometimes sunny poems in The Sun Is So...