At early morning as the stars fade out,
silence fades, birds russle, waking, freshening
breezes brush the leaves and grasses,
all is mostly stillness. The world’s poised
to leap into another day of light
and bolder shadows. No night hunters, here.
Silence is rest…is peace, here in this tiny
house with windows all around. Fires are banked
but ready to be coaxed again to flame. The sun
rises from mists, its beams splintered by pine
branches to the east. The clearing lingers
still in sparkling lights and shadows
waiting for an end to silences
but not an end to peace.
“Silences”. Copyright © 2016-05-30, by Lizl Bennefeld, Fargo, ND USA. All Rights Reserved.